Are you going on vacation, Mr. Leary? No, Fred, I'm just taking a little trip.
You dated Jeff too?
No Pop. Old Yeller Is My Dog.
Yes, dear! No need to shout; I'm getting your coffee right now! Come on, come on, dammit! Why isn't this Cyanide dissolving?
Continue to play that fashionable piece, Caucasian male.
MAYBE THIS WEIGHT will bring my pants and socks down from the Stratosphere.
I Hath a Fever. Verily, the only prescription 'tis more cowbell.