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“Mmmmm, braaainsss …”
“Baby, it’s just me and you after this whole Presidential thing blows over.”
“You cross me again and I swear i will end you.”
“oops, premature ‘mission accomplished’ again”
“Mmmmmm, tastes like freedom!”
“Hush, shhhh. It’s out of my hands…Jeb says Chang demands a sacrifice. We must honour Chang.”
“I’m getting head on national t.v.! Heh-heh-heh.”
That made me laugh out loud. It was the “heh-heh-heh” that did it.
“Hello…Hello! Someone tell me what’s wrong with this goddamn phone!”
It’s always been you, Tipper.
“*deep inhale* Don’t look at me! Don’t you look at me! Mommy! Mommy!”
Or:
“Mmmm, tastes like chicken.”
Or:
“I learned how to do the Vulcan Nerve Pinch when watching Star Trek on the potty one night. Did I mention that stress makes me constipated?”