So, like, I'm sitting here in my truck at work eating a Bojangles biscuit as we speak. Gotta pull a 12+ hour shift today. Just a few minutes ago I saw my friend Danny get out of his truck just down from me, and start snatching stuff out of his truck to walk in for work. He pulled his backpack on and grabbed his plastic Wal-Mart bag with his leftover from dinner lunch in it, and started walking up the aisle we are both parked on. This is where it goes wrong... He didn't see me sitting there idling in my truck. But I saw him. As SOON as he was directly at the hood of my truck, I double palm thrust punched the horn and yelled "WOOOOOO" at the same time. He threw his Wal-Mart bag six hundred foot. And called me a curseword. The end.
"I'm very bendy." Plus I like blondes. I know it's just a stupid sitcom, but you know Phoebe had to be radical in the sack. Let your imagination roam...
Always wearing sweaters and baggy dresses, and all that hair sort of going everywhere... I was betting she kinda smelled like patchouli...