Wednesday, November 7, 2007

good ones :-D

She only wanted him for his giant robot.

You sound more mystical than Plontinus!

Don't take me so figuratively.

I think our baby just crawled away.

"What's up?" "Nothing." "Nothing?" "Nothing. ... Wait, what do you mean by 'nothing'?"

It was a poor decision to be sick.

Can you come in on Friday at 3:00 for an interview?

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