Me... go... I went somewhere? Ohhhh! You mean the back recesses of my head where I hear the pretty voices telling me to do bad things... eh, I think I scared them. They kicked me back out here.
Boy, what're you doing givin' my bitches away like that for? I thought those two fine heifers were "ours." You break my heart, Paul Nikon... you break my heart!
Unless it's storming really bad (I don't like to be in cars when it's storming-freaks me out), we are a go for Saturday night. E-mail me your number, please.