Kill my finances, that is. Sorry, no Christmas this year; mommy spent all her money on pre-cooked and shelled fresh lobster meat. Thank god I don’t actually have kids.
You thought this was done, but it’s NOT.
Reunion. I’ll be there. Don’t forget, this shit’s on at 9, not 10.
I put that in quotes so that Panera knows I didn’t say it. If they need to sue, they can sue Brian.
I’m nutty for tea.
They’ve got a crunchy topping!