There is no Armor Master.
I know a guy that has like 400 rubber ducks. Seriously.
You always see things that aren't there.
Hi. I'm not confused.
Oh, does Dan think he's being funny again?
I'd give you up, for it.
It's cool, I know that Jess is off her rocker. Off my rocker? I don't even have a rocker! Rub it in why don't you!
Everyone wants a piece of your ghetto booty.
I wouldn't trust that one, if I were you kikimm.
There's no point in me even trying to write anything significant or interesting or important or relevant to the other notes, because this one is starting off one of those blasted new pages.
