I wonder if Bill O'Reilley is thinking about me.
I wonder where the closest falafel place is.
I wonder if PMS really stands for Puttin' up with Men's Shoes. I've tripped over lots of Kelly's shoes today and it's made me a little pissy.
I wonder if I should put his shoes somewhere that I won't trip over them.
I wonder why the HELL I should, when they're his damn gigantic ass shoes.
I wonder if I should go get myself a nice cup of chamomile and cuddle up with my InStyle.
I wonder if that's what the shoes want me to do. The bastards.
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid. Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.
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