Current mood: Crazy
Sarai: *singing Imogen Heap* I'm dying to know, what's in your head.
Donnie: I'm dying to know what's in your appendix!
Sarai: Fingernails.
Donnie: I would fight a rabid hyena for your vagina!
Hannah: *confused look* But Jesus doesn't have a penis!
Sarai: Forgive me dictionary, for I have sinned and fallen short of the glory of Grammar.
Sarai: I can't go to hell because Satan still has a restraining order against me.
Sarai: THERE ARE NAKED WOMEN FALLING OUT OF THE WINDOWS!!
Trent: Where? I want one.
Sarai: I may or may not be having an asthma attack. May or may not.
Sarai's Mom: I'm thinking it's may.
Sarai: Really? Because I'm thinking it's September.
Sarai: Puberty makes my sister bitchy.
Trent: Now you do, and knowing is half the battle. The other half is violence.
Sarai: That was Harvey Keitel.
Sarai's Mom: I know.
Sarai: I've seen his penis.
Sarai's Mom: Thank you for that.
Trent: I am not amused and I'm a lover of irony. Which creates it's own form of sinister irony.
Judes: I tried to take a boobs-in-mirror pic, but it kept flashing
Judes: Yes... that's right. TWO crags.
Sarai: I actually said I'd never drink again, lol... when I was praying to the porcelain gods.
Sarai: Apparently I'm Ava Gardner.
Trent: LoL
Sarai: I'm glad I make you lol
Trent: Baby, you lol me like no one else
Sarai: Um, Look! A DISTRACTION!! *follows the distraction*
Trent: All Sarai heard in her addled head was something about breast-milk-omelettes and it drove her to run even faster.
Sarai: I have no appropriate responses for this situation.
Kid: Goat milk de la titties!
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