I'm a stuffed bunny. Beloved by all. Especially Mona.
Yeah, he needs a few more years of working on himself.
Lots of thoughts but no ideas.
Falling asleep is hard work. Keeps us up all night.
Remember Mona, when they set out to kill you they will choose the best tasting salted caramels to carry the poison. Just sayin’.
Don’t think you can buy our affection with your silly gifts.
It’s more disturbing when in goes in one ear and out the other.
If the gynecologist doesn’t give you roses, you are deflowered.
“Next year” is my backup plan.
Mona, we should try this. Maybe someone will give you a “like”. Maybe. Possibly. Someday.
Donna’s mind is a hall of mirrors.
Yeah, he needs a few more years of working on himself.