“Wait a minute….Kraft! This is a competitor’s product! I’m holding a competitor’s product! Roberta! Roberta! Oh God, I’ll never hire a Honduran in the kitchen again. John! You’re closing the borders to Honduras as soon as you’re President. Someone wash this off me.”
“Wait a minute….Kraft! This is a competitor’s product! I’m holding a competitor’s product! Roberta! Roberta! Oh God, I’ll never hire a Honduran in the kitchen again. John! You’re closing the borders to Honduras as soon as you’re President. Someone wash this off me.”
“I’d like to be a doooooog.”
And someone tell John to quit kicking me under the desk when we are on that funny man with the suspenders’ show. Harry Queen, or something like that.
I have bruises all over my shins from all his kicking, kicking, kicking.
Next time I will castrate him on Harry Queen’s show! I know how. They teach that in boarding school.