Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I knew it. Stupid David

2009/07/12 is Fireside Girls in Golf House Wyre Forest

I win, I don't drop dead and I get 1 00 percent anti-drop-dead protection.

You can stuff your happies in a sack, mister.

-Perfect. -Hey, how about my friend George...

We were too compatible. Our conversations were so engrossing.

My best friend is trying to get married here.

I mean the plague, please!

So who cares about that?

...but registered mail is not necessarily certified.

-Do you think she likes me? -Sure.

-Oh, French fries. -George.

-You need any help or--? -No, thanks.

and they call it the world wide web.

I'm sure it's fine

-Peter. -Oh, no. It's Pinter.

-Yes, Jugdish. -Hey.

I did invite you. Your invitation must have gotten lost in the mail.

I mean, the plague! Please!

There were no awkward pauses. I need an awkward pause.

-lt was great talking. -Great talking to you.

Everyday is my birthday.

I made a wish on a shooting star last night and I wished against your wish.

Your Invitation must have gotten lost in the mail

Hey, Koko wants me to drop dead.

-Hi, Elaine. -Hey.

You can stick your grievances in a sack