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It isn’t fortified, it’s fruit!
“We were Southern, so we played rough!”
“Can I have a Band-aid?”
Sure . . .[seeing his bloody thumb] Ow! How’d you do that?
“I bite it! I think it was a hot dog.”
“He had a . . . a compatible personality wife.”
“See ya later, short-guy munchkin!”
“I know I’m an old man now, but I must say. . .you are such a beautiful woman. You warm my heart!”
“Boy, it’s really comin’ down out there!”
Yeah, it sure is.
“I hope you don’t get wet, you’d melt!”
What!? [thinking he was saying I was like the Wicked Witch of the West]
“You’d melt, because you’re made of sugar.”
“We are here today to join this ostrich and this penguin ’til coldness do we part.”
“Are you trying to hide your femininity?”
“I will give you manly lessons, lessons in being a man. It’s like this bird in a birdcage they taught to be a cat, and then they put it down with all the other cats, and you know what happened?”
It got eaten?
“No, no, I’ll teach you to be a man and you’re a woman…it’s a joke!”
“I am not, I am not a homeboy. I’m a skydiver.”