TOOL or TOOLF-INGRULES or maybe even IFYOUDONTLIKETOOLIWILLSNEAKINTOYOURHOUSEANDKILLYOU ahhhhhh screw it dude, lets go bowling.
Well how am I supposed to keep it a secret if you go around blabbing about it? Sorry I missed you and Jeff at the game. Was looking forward to meeting you both.
I'm sorry -- I refuse to keep our secret since you still won't let me wear that fancy tiara of yours. Apparently you care about your costume jewelry more than me.
Baby, you need to let that tiara stuff go. It was a gift from Captain Beefheart and you know that. And it's a little hypocritical when you won't let me wear your ladies things. Will we ever stop arguing about this?
Look, I'll let go of the tiara, if you stop trying to fit into those damn Batman underoos. For the love of God, Jason, you're not really a superhero! That's just your screen name!!! P.S. Did you make the appointment with the therapist today? You promised ...
You can't tell me what to do! You're not my mom! And this is just like you to air all our dirty laundry on a freaking BBS. I'm sorry. I just don't think this is gonna work out. I mean, I love the bubble baths and all but you keep trying to make me into something I'm not. p.s. I am SO a superhero. We all have secret identities, you know. Anyway. Thanks for the memories.
For the last time MacBeth, I'm NOT INTERESTED. I like you as a friend and all but you're really making me uncomfortable here. Please respect my boundaries.
Me thinks it's time for a little rebound love for Htown....... Seriously Batman, want to come back to my place and chill, light some candles, talk about how much of a b**** Mrs Barnany Jones was to you? I promise....nothings gonna happen, I just want to talk.
MacBeth, have a little tact will you? I was drunk, okay? And when you put on those movies I just got a really funny feeling inside. It's CALLED experimenting. I really don't want to discuss this with you. HTown: Um, I dunno... What do you wanna talk about...?
hmm...This is turning into a cinemax evening....Keep going, only if Mrs. JB enters into the picture again. Otherwise, lets end it now.
The lies, the superhero fetish, the questionable sexual experimentation ... It's all just gotten to be more than I can take. I'm finished with all of you! I think I'll spend this evening drowning my sorrows with a box of wine and the Xanadu DVD.
The pretermortal ghost of Olivia Newton-John strikes again! Can nothing stop that infernal woman's strutting? This sounds like a case for...er...nevermind...
