Friday, March 07, 2008

"I smell like an antique store farted on a bag of pot."
~g.l.~ (about his shirt)
"You're not understanding my boobs!"
~a.p. to l.c.~
"Stop smelling my sriracha!"
~j.k.~
"My rabbit ate my passport..."
~a.p.~
"I drink extra."
~a.p.~