Fat Freddy’s still coming down from that whole plate of hash brownies he ate.
I’ve suspected for awhile that there’s a repressed-lust aspect to their frenemy relationship.
Lots of luck getting THAT past the newspaper distribution syndicate!
I was SO hoping Gunther and Tiffany would exchange bodily fluids. Tiff’s character had a little growth recently and I thought it was time she got herself a responsible young man.
I’m sure the physician who did her nose job could remove it.
:dubious:
I thought they did. 
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Nothing more than a little saliva. Maybe a handjob.
I can’t see Tiffany…never mind. 
Rubber gloves, dude. Rubber gloves. Like it’s 1962 or something.
Rubber gloves, Rubber Soul, rubber sweater…
Well, now what? The lot of 'em out there on the quad–in the pouring rain!
They are stoned.
A person stuck in the 1970’s drawing what they think college is like these days.
Now I have a vision of her snapping the cuffs when she puts them on. Jesus, Mary and Joe Cocker. :smack:
And you know better, eh? :rolleyes:
Puts me in mind of “stoned” people on Haight-Ashbury: Stepping on glass, getting cuts, and losing feet or legs to gangrene. 
Good Lord.
Have you been gone for a while? I saw none of your posts for a while, and now I see many.
Or, as the joke on a cruise ship I was on a long time ago went…
<girl faints>
Person 1: Rub her forehead!
Person 2: Rub her hands!
random person walks through with a bunch of balloons for sale, saying: Rubber balloons…
(They set it up by having the guy walk across the stage in between scenes of other bits all evening)
I’m hoping this drum circle in the rain fad will die off. All the kids are getting colds.
COLDS?! My guess would be PNEUMONIA!
Perhaps they are eating medical marijuana in the brownies.