I thought Ms. Payne already had a boyfriend.
Banana malts and milkshakes are pretty good, too.
So you take a pitcher of milk and pour it over her head.
And plenty of whine, whine, whine.
I prefer the Vulcan salute.
Be glad you don’t know what he’s really thinking, kitties.
Where does “El Jefe” dig these guys up? Oh, I know, they’re relatives.
Do what you want, but don’t ask me to lie for you.
A little cannabis couldn’t hurt…