THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID? 

I was actually not talking about sex at all. Can you imagine WHAT I was talking about?

We’re going to have a day when we have an 1/8 to ourselves, and all we do is watch “Will and Grace” and “Friends” and eat goldfish and broccoli and a two-liter bottle of coke…maybe a cheeseburger and a mocha frappe (not frappe, FRAPEEEE—as in we’re trying to be french and shit.

We all had panic attacks today. Basically. Mark just looked SO pissed at the world outside our window. That’s a huge DL.

Again, not talking about sex. What were we talking about?

I thought Cpn Crbz was eating a beef jerky stick (Slim Jim) and then…he wasn’t…he was eating a crayon. 

I want beef stew. THAT’S LIKE, PERF.

Peas, Broccoli, and Asparagus.