And you wonder why none of your relationships get passed the,"Come over to my place and I'll make you dinner" stage.
Juss doan't esspect me to wear da purplol trousers.
There is a strange woman in our kichen who claims to be your girlfriend. I spread my used litter all over the floor in front of her so she won't intrude any further.
yeah, baby girl what? no, I can talk
Go ahead and laugh, Romeo. At least I didn't have to inflate mine.
Is that BLOND cat hair on your lapel? And do I detect a hint of Eau de Toonah?