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Kelly, why won’t you let your mom sniff your neck anymore?? Your sweet mother only wants this one thing and you deny her?
I’m a Claire (Clare, really) too!! And I felt very scolded by this video.
I spent the entire video cringing and waiting for the sure-to-be-horrifying “rap” version. I do have to give her credit for leaving that out.
And apparently, “Avril Lavigne” is a genre of music?
The Youtube comments are VERY amazing:
not very professional he sounds exactly like Bob
Wow he sounds like Bob!
That lady sure does feel differently from me about the merits of that parrot!
Based on this video, I’ve concluded that hedgehogs chew with their eyes.
Woah. We were in the same class at Tulane. Hi!
Snakes on a Rain
(yes, we both are doing this right)
KELLY, HOW COULD YOU??
Sheet cake #Ghostmeals
Is she wearing an unbuttoned onesie?
They do use one, remember when Drew said “so should we get….stuff?”
That’s what he meant, right?
No no, gum would be perfection.
Heh, I thought the little banner at the bottom of the graphic said “Find your own TV and start watching now!” which seems like something that maybe Oprah would say.
If we do Parenthood, I think a valuable feature of those posts would be to have everyone comment with the exact time in each episode where they first cried.
Whaaa? Way to bury the lede!
Git it! Git it, Kaylee! Come on girl! Git it!
“Fuck a tiny dog in a basket.”
-Superglue
I can’t decide whether this would be really easy to clean up, or basically impossible. Do you just vacuum it? Or do you have to involve some kind of wetness? I am not ready for kids.
The question mark really drives it home for me.
Oh beHAVE!
I thought it might be “holler at your page,” which makes the most sense.
Patrick M, you are absolutely 100% my favorite commenter, and this is the reason why.
Kelly, I’m so glad you like Parenthood too! True confession: I have never once not cried real tears at an episode of that show. Eesh.
Oh dear. When I was about 10, I had a very large sweatshirt with a picture of a kitten looking mopey or something, and it said “I don’t do Mondays.” I was a total Garfield for a solid year of my life. I bet we would have been friends.