I turn 20 soon. I mentioned that in the forums, and am starting a contest based on that theme.
Ah yes, I remember 20. Didn't have a girlfriend, got my wisdom teeth yanked, cut off my beard ...
Somehow I don't think I'll be sharing your experiences.
What? It was you who commented that your character was being cast as a lesbian too much. But if you REALLY want that girlfriend, I guess I can change the script...
I have the pleasure of presenting to you the most tragic love story ever written - one so tragic, it makes Romeo and Juliet look like the Three Stooges.
You're cute. Want to have dinner with me?
Sure, let's do it tomorrow.
Being mayflies as they were, they were both long dead before tomorrow came.
Darn! Temporary blindness again! And just when I needed to take a humongous leak!
Whew! Thought I'd never find the bathroom! Oh...oh, yeah...that's better...ahhhhh....
And in other news, there was dancing in the streets today when a spokesman for Anheuser-Busch reported that the shortage of Budweiser that has plagued our nation was finally over.
What the hell?! I don't remember signing up for AOL!
You don't have AOL. You have a malignant brain tumor that is causing you to hallucinate that your PC is talking to you.
Marijuana: It makes classic comics a lot less funny.
It's inoperable, but your prospects are decent if you can survive a strenuous chemotherapy program. Luckily, there is a way to avoid the worst of the side effects ...
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The fourth row: We have Lithuania, Israel, Czech Republic, Fiji and Malawi checked off. BINGO!
THAT'S RIGHT! You two are the first couple to complete a bingo, so you win the dream house. We'll find out where after these messages on Beach Burial Bingo!
Phil verDilfer went up the hill for pilfered silver in a flivver, had a will for not paying his bills for what he'd kill for.
A foreign orange tasting like porridge tossed at the door hinge of a storage closet, neighbors found abhorrenge, now in quarengtine.
It's no longer April, bring out your May pole, and get a good spray full of rain by the drainful while you conceive future Capril corns if you go by the eight-months-a-babe rule.
Well, honey, there are two tiny components that when they come together, they develop into a person.
Oh, you mean the sperm and the egg?
Not exactly. Those are just in the fictional world daddy writes about. But the idea is similar here... Come look at the pictures in this biology book ...