NO YOU. GOD! (stomps off in a huff)
She hung out cuz she saw what looked like a ZILLION lines. But, sadly, was sorely disappointed upon actually sitting down at the mixing desk.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Lugosi, I’m sure you get this all the time. But I’m a big fan.”
Shhhh. I’m Mayor Douchebag. They had a vote. Don’t tell nobody. They too square to know.
“Oh well.” Emily thought, “If you can’t tell a cannonball is behind you, then I can’t help you.”
“Why won’t they notice??” Trent screamed in his head. “I’M EATING A MIC HERE.”
Wyatt and Delaney were desperately hoping to find a sale on communication.
“So… my fingers go… hmm…”
Fluffers refused to relinquish control until there was a firm, believable promise to abandon reality tv on the whole. I mean, c’mon, it’s making you...