I'm seriously gonna stand at your doorstep one of these days, flowers in my hand and a fedora on my head.
Um, um, let's perform some backup operations together.
Now that you have a preteen boy again, I think I should alert you to the fact that you are avoiding the real deal here which is my invitation for you to come live in my one-bedroom apartment.
This is your coolest set yet imo!
I thought he was gonna leave before 2009 but nooo. He couldn't move into his new apartment before February 1st. But still, now he's gone and I need a room-mate with Dwayne for a middle name.
How about honk?
He left me in peace just this Sunday, actually. I've never felt such relief in my life.
If you come here I'll make you coffee and meatballs and show you a genuine IKEA Billy bookshelf. All at the same time.
I think you're describing your dream job, son. Go chase that dream!
I think I need an update on how many there are and what they're like as well.