Dean: What's that? Heart: It's a new diary I got for Christmas... Dean: So you going to write down all your innermost thoughts? Heart: Yep.. Heart: ...and then I'm gonna sell it for big bucks! That wimpy kid is a bajillionaire!
More like diarrhea! HAHAHAHA! I got nuthin’.
More like diarrhea! HAHAHAHA! I got nuthin’.