I don't like mornings and I don't like how I sound here. Pumped out my chest? Meant to say puffed out, oy. Get me some coffee.
"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." — Groucho Marx
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3 comments:
Wow, you sound much taller than I thought. Or something like that.
Maybe you should have Jameel lob some old pancakes at them. That'll teach em to mess wit da Jack.
Rhea,
That is because I am almost seven feet tall.
Jacob,
Absolutely.
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