I'm made of wax, Larry, what are you made of?
right in the childhood.
vaginal nightmares are a bitch.
|-waiting for brother to get out of the shower-|
|-hears him singing-|
|me:||will you quit singing?|
|me:||QUIT SINGING. IT'S LAME|
|brother:||WHEN I'M IN THE SHOWER, TWO THINGS GET TO BE FREE|
|brother:||AND MY SOUL|