RR: Are you playing Monopoly on the iPad?
CF: Yep and I’m playing the Italian way. Making all my money in jail.
IL: “Twenty years later, listening to my parents’ hippie friends, I realize they had an alternative definition to “pot luck” dinners.”
MW: Sure, I can key that over another background. And if need be, we can clean it up using the matt choker.
Matt: Yeeeaaah, I don’t really like the sound of that.
LG: My three-year-old wrote a wise poem today: “Run fast! / Pass gas.” My job as a parent is done.
MW: How did you score that Little Kings T-shirt?
LW: Well I drink so many of them at the Elbow Room that the distibutor gave them a T-shirt and a bucket. They gave me the T-shirt and whenever I come in, they give me my LKs in my bucket!
CD: I want to be an international super-villain SO BAD!!
JF: (high school age): I had to eat candy because you didn’t give me lunch money on friday.
RR: You have more money than any of us.
JF: Ya, but the school doesn’t take credit cards.
CD: When I was in college, I wasn’t ready to join the real world. So I asked myself how can I stick around another year? So I told my mom (a real church-goer) that I wanted to change direction and study theology.
LW: Just because he’s a crackhead, doesn’t mean he’s a bad mechanic!
GF: That (cake) is not just good, it’s lay down on the floor and play your trumpet good!