Um, can't we just walk to school, Mom? I feel silly.
That's how I row, b**ches.
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse take time out for oatmeal facials.
And from then on they called him Sir Francis Bacon.
I sure am glad they legalized absinthe and medical marijuana!
Time's up! Would you like to schedule another appointment for next week?
Sweatpants, hair tied, Chillin with no make-up on.