September 25, 2011 | 0 Comments
Gaby: I’m worried about you. First, you stop talking to your friends. Now, you’re wiggin’ out at a rat funeral. You’re making me nervous….
Gaby: I’m worried about you. First, you stop talking to your friends. Now, you’re wiggin’ out at a rat funeral. You’re making me nervous….
Priest: Nuts, I was really hoping this would be a good one. Gaby: I made out with two chicks once in college. Priest: This job rocks.
Renee: What’s your guess? Wonky eye? Rabbit teeth? Comb over? One normal eyebrow? One really big one? Baby hands? I had it all in one…
Chuck: Don’t take this the wrong way, but you could do this professionally. Bree: Coming from a man who’s on a first name basis with half…
Susan: We’re not criminals. We drive carpool.
Mary Alice: There are many things that bind friends together – Sharing a laugh over an embarrassing incident, comforting each other in…
Susan: Living away from you guys has been hard on me. Because sometimes when friends live apart, they sometimes grow apart, too. But, no…
Mike: Should I offer to loan him a shirt? Lee: Don’t you dare!
Bree: Chuck and I went to the cellar to choose a wine, and when we were done, my entrée was smoking. Mrs. McCluskey: I bet it was.
Roy: Drunk off her ass and not afraid to show it, my kind of gal.