The futility of life sometimes struck Raphael in the midst of the most mundane of activities.
Trying to pick up girls at the seaport is just nasty, Donald. Did you even get her name?
News-flash, fat-tail: I did. Its Melissa.
HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES?!?!?!?
Its not stopping on the downtown side, Clarice. Check the website before you head out the door. I’m surprised the clerk didn’t stop you.
Javier, if you’re going to be hanging out here all night, you should at least grab some socks. Maybe a hat or sumthin.
It is JUST like Margery to be hanging out on the corner and yelling at Johns in the broad daylight. It drives down the value of my property, Dammit all!