This has nothing to do with sex talk so I guess the recently departed Neal wouldn't be interested.
Who are all these idiots runing around like mad haterers at a Boston Tea Party? So they don't like taxes. Kick their ass out, put them on a boat and send them to Somolia.
AfromB
Has Boston become the only Idiot Free city in the Nation. You mean I can now drive around up there without observing two cars banging into each other and throwing Italian Salutes at each other while going 50 miles an hour into a tunnel under the city? I took an unmarked exit by mistake and never did get to see the outcome of that little episode.
Dawdle is what we do in life when we aren't moving.
Geez Quinn. I thought you knew this. We went over this. You just don't WANT to remember. You dawdle but you don't want to admit to it. We all dawdle, Quinn. Just look at us!
This is why I chose Neal as the TBD Dance and Dawdle Coordinator. He won't question the spelling or meaning.
STOP YELLING AT ME. I'LL REMEMBER WHAT I WANT TO REMEMBER DAMMIT!
Besides, if we're dancing how can we be dawdling at the same time? I'm so confused.
I need cake.
Or Neal...where's Neal? Maybe he can help me...