Get out of my brain!

Where’s the guy who gave me Twinkies and Coke?

We’d overwhelm each other.

I don’t know. Is that good-different, or I-should-come-with-a-warning-label-different?

Two thousand years and I’ve never met anyone so stubborn.

How can we be so utterly perfect, and you chose the douche who doesn’t have the first clue what he has?

Especially your teammates.

And we’re at four. Alexis Ann, I think we’re in an abusive relationship.

We so need to work on your definition of relaxing.

I am currently preoccupied with chocolate.