"He'll sit there and go, Dipsy... Po... Dipsy... Po. I honestly don't think he knows colors. Just Teletubbies."


A Startling Confession

There is photographic evidence of me drinking tea with my pinkie up. Oh, God.

"Oh, God" was one of the funniest things I heard all day. Not my, "Oh, God," someone else's. Upon realizing that she was the next recipient of the Lamebrain Church Spirit award (completely tarnished by Typhoid Mary, if it wasn't a stupid enough concept), in the middle of Father Harry/Mr. Burns' (he looks just like Mr. Burns from The Simpsons, I swear) speech about her, she (sitting in the row behind us) mutters, "Oh, God." It was the best thing ever about today.


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