Collaborations 16 December 2004

The gang met at the same place, at the same time, and ate the same damn food.
Because if anybody had bothered to tell her about the skunk, she wouldn't have made the remark in the first place and saved everybody the trouble.
At 32, she dreamed of ponies and popsicles. Was it any wonder others treated her as mildly retarded?
By the time all was said and done, no one really knew how to say goodbye.

"No way you're going over to Tip Himes' house to play strip poker! You're only sixteen years old!"
And then I said, "Why, you are nothing but a creep. And then, get this, I leaned in and said, "Oh yeah, and I want my jodhpurs back."
"If you really want to know, I think Walt Disney was a closet pedophile. I mean, have you seen Snow White?"
"Waiter, I think we're done here."

"In the future," she said, "I expect promptness and a ziti recipe that will make me wet."
"Actually, Sidney, camp was a horrific experience for me."
"I mean it, Ted. You really are that stupid."
"If only you'd told me that earlier, everything might have been different."

Finally, I meet a man who loves grizzlies and has a fear of Pop-Tarts."
"Sylvia, all I can tell ya is yer a vision in motion."
"The clinic called, hon. One of the tests came back positive and one undecided."
"So, Leo, what I want to tell you is plastic is an art form no matter what those snobs say."

Tonight she was going to smoke that cigar she always wanted.
"I thought she was talking directions so I backed into the old man from Boca Raton and his daschund."
After ten years in prison for selling seven bucks worth of pot she deserved something.
And then he said, "That's a wrap," and he meant it. They didn't see him again until years later.

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