I think I want a motorcycle.
I would also like a new iPad, and I’m trying to get work to buy me one.
Think they would buy me a motorcycle, too?
Damn poison ivy, fellas. All over my legs. That’s what I get for wearing shorts whilst strolling through an overgrown orchard. I like to sip cheap wine and watch Master Chef while the wife applies calamine lotion to the rash.
They are remodeling the break room kitchen, which happens to be right around the corner from my little corner. The floor glue is very pungent. There’s a sporting chance I’m high outta my face right now. I think I can see air.