March 23, 2001

Abby cuts the crusts off her pickle sandwiches

To isolate the palm of the hand, cut the crusts along the perforated lines.

Bitch-smacking targets is the coolest thing about Saturday night.

Don't let Max piss on the dart board unless it's a crescent moon night or Willie will pick his brain out through his nose again! Complete anarchy will ensue.

His phallic aim was exceptional, whether it be across water, or by only the light of the moon. Dude, the beach gets me sooooo hard! You know?