TC to Glynn: do you love me, do you hate me, what’s going on?
To CL crib buyer: Heavy sigh, we just can’t get it together! It’s you, it’s me, it’s both of us. (Realizing foot in mouth) More me. I’m sorry. It’s not you. What’s up?
Asked man why he was crippled.
One word to describe celebs…do it for bloggers.
Driving past funeral home — man with bagpipes.
Pot in stocking.
Patchouli smells like gun oil.
Hope you don’t have fake boobs, b/c you’ll have to tell me all about it.
Wait. Do you?
Friends: Patty lou Bob Bobby Jo Henderson Bo Lou
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