Hey, I'm in your city!
OK... have fun.
You're not the bat. Never were. Never will be.
There is no afterlife everything just goes black.
You gotta face reality.
"I'm on it." I hate that fucking phrase.
Go on, Phil. You're nearest.
She has a strong chin.
How was France?
French. How else?
What idiots.
Now I lost count. Where was I?
24
Lord give me the strength, to not break the law.
I got some pressing matters to deal with right now.
The survival rate for coronavirus is 98.2%.
But this positive information doesn't make headline news.
Gravity hasn't even noticed you.
I don't know. Ask somebody else.
Catch a cab.
Those things expised three years ago.
Still taste good.
You play piano. That's something.
It's a facade.
Only one trip!
I'd rather risk losing circulation to my arm than make a second trip.
They lurk behind a facade of rightoesness.
He better not sit at our table.
I don't want that to happen to me, either.
It was the thought that count.
What's the big deal?
Now is not a good time.
Cute butt. Nice legs.
Are you wearing makeup?
Just a little.
It's an inside job.
Well, if you see him, you can tell him
I'm this far from firing his ass.