Cheryl: Mopeds are fun but you don't want to let your buddies see you riding one.
Pam: I thought he meant I was fuel efficient. I had only had 10 ten beers.
Cheryl: 40s?
Pam: NO.... yes.
Cheryl: Mopeds are fun but you don't want to let your buddies see you riding one.
Pam: I thought he meant I was fuel efficient. I had only had 10 ten beers.
Cheryl: 40s?
Pam: NO.... yes.
Holy trout, our security is atrocious. Seriously, it's really bad. Password. Hmm, password? How about "Guest". No way! It can't be. Jesus Christ, that is just... babytown frolics.
No, no, it's Woodhouse! He's all tied up somewhere, sc-scared and alone! And possibly dehydrated!
Malory: But even though Cyril may be clingy...
Lana: Oh, Saran Wrap could take a lesson.
wondering why cheryl's on an ostrich...?
“It’s okay. I’m just wait here while you make me a whole new breakfast not covered in garbage.”
“It’s not garbage, sir.”
“Scraps of paper. Yes, which by definition, is garbage.”
“Make nutella waffles.”
“Mmmm.”
“Nutella steak and eggs?”
And I don't want another one of your sullen whores using my medicine cabinet like a Pez dispenser.
bump
new archer's on tomorrow. don't forget it!
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO
wow krissy i can't use a keyboard.
"i'm repping this as hard as i can" was the intended message to be conveyed!
Archer: You just destroyed my innocence!
Mallory: Oh, please! That Brazilian au pair did that when you were thirteen.
Archer: Twelve!
Oh, yes! I have a plant!
...plant.
Plan.
Ray: To reiterate, I am paralyzed!
Cyril: Well, join a support group.
Malory: For who? Crippled gay hillbilly spies? There's a niche.