Well I'm relieved to know you all have big enough apartments so I can crash on your floor when I'm up there!
THAT big, huh?
About those drinks...
Listen, Calvin, the LAST thing you want is Jaily saying things about you.
Trust me.
Did someone say houseboy? I'm willing to negotiate for a reasonable price.
A boy's gotta earn his keep!
At the rate I'm going, I'm going to have to bring someone in my apartment and then act as his houseboy.
I wish I could finally visit NY so I could hate it too!
Wait...Calvin...that didn't make sense.
What do you mean by that? That you're lonely and bitter???
Explain...
HEY! What's THAT supposed to mean? *hands on hips*
If you're toting Berle-esque proportions, you could always move to the Valley.
As long as the membership dues can be paid in food stamps.
See, you're not even poor enough to know they got rid of the food stamps.
It's now a card. Like a dining club card. Except for bread and water and butter and necessities.
You don't use stamps anymore, Calvin. They have these nifty debit cards! At least, the lady wearing designer clothes and talking on a rockin' sidekick at my grocery store was using one.
ETA: Bleh. Addison beat me to it.
Updated On: 8/11/06 at 11:48 AM
Hey a gurl's gotta eat! Her Juicy clothes don't sit well on the tummy.
I's still waiting for my 'splanation, Loosey!
See, when I posted a picture of Milton Berle, I wasn't making reference to physical features. I was just commenting that all my jokes and references are about 10 years behind the times.
No it isn't.
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