I wouldn't say I'm perfect at it. I'm still working on timing, which at the moment is the sloppiest factor. Once I have that nailed down I think I could rank in the section of masters.
Not even those guys living in the attic (or whatever room it was)? Or wait. Were those supposed to be spies? Well they can be spy scientists.
Nah, polyester. Or cotton. That's what I think it is anyways.
I'm extremely good at shifting the blame from myself.
I'm sorry. It's... it's not my fault. It's... uh... the bed, yeah. The mood. The walls and the stains on the drawers. It's just not right.
With that haircut, he's a dyke.
Did it make you feel like a woman?
I wonder if that is really what he's referring to.
I'm too lazy to go through that much trouble. Maybe I will one day. I'll have to try when you least expect it. But then you will most expect it. Well then scratch that. But I will do it when neel note right here
Pistol whip is a great combination of words.
