You missed the paternity test results, J.R. is the daddy (Dallas).
Eno ends up complaining about the peck-uliar taste.
Stanley Kubrick humor?
A little eggs-aggerated.
Make like a tree and leaf now.
Silly but probably real life. (The audio message probably sounds like the guy who says “You’ve Got Mail”).
Is it supposed to be a boneless rump roast?
I love the direct honesty.
Do pluggers make their own floss?
This will happen to Earl tomorrow.
You missed the paternity test results, J.R. is the daddy (Dallas).