Thank you: 'hard taco shells', for surviving the factory, delivery trucks, and small food stores and then breaking at the moment I put something inside you.
Dear Face Book you keep offering up people for me to friend, but then you get all concerned and ask me how I know them. You can't be the pimp and the cop!
My voicemail greeting is now a Justin Bieber song. if you can make it to the end of the song without hanging up then I’ll listen to the message, because obviously it’s important!