Category: Season 2

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Filed under: Season 2 — DRK @ 12:00 am

What that yellow-bellied scalpel jock should have done was to go down to Surgery and schedule himself for an early morning add-a-pair-tomy. That way, if it took, he’d have the stones to at least come and talk to you next time he had a problem.

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Filed under: Season 2 — DRK @ 12:00 am

Do you know how I know that this is yours, Farrah? ‘Cause when I paged you earlier, someone found it next to a can of Fresca and a dog-eared copy of Teen People magazine. Anyway — long story, short: The whole incident gave me a bang-up idea; because, you see, I’ve got tomorrow off. So I’m gonna be on my couch, sipping on some scotch and paging you every twenty seconds. And if you don’t answer every damn last one of ’em, I’m gonna shove this thing so far down your throat it’s gonna make you take a tinkle every time it goes off. — Big fun, right?

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Filed under: Season 2 — DRK @ 12:00 am

Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey, Petey….

143

Filed under: Quips,Season 2 — DRK @ 12:00 am

Lookit, I don’t have time right now to be the hundred-watt bulb for your annoying little moth, so if you could just fly away, that’d be great. Just fly awa–hey….?

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Filed under: Season 2 — DRK @ 12:00 am

I was scared. In fact, I was freaking out all day, because I’m quite confident that I’m gonna be an absolutely horrible father.

166

Filed under: Season 2 — DRK @ 12:00 am

Oh, and, Barbie? Let’s say word were to get out that Uncle Cox was doling out the feel goods? I’ll make ya pay — ya have no idea. Huge!

120

Filed under: Season 2 — DRK @ 12:00 am

Listen, Newbie, I don’t tell you I respect you a lot because, well, I don’t.

180

Filed under: Season 2 — DRK @ 12:00 am

As much as it may seem like it to me, personally, I feel desperately compelled to remind you that we are in fact not in prison. And I am just so not your bitch!

145

Filed under: Season 2 — DRK @ 12:00 am

I actually had my physical last week, and while my cholesterol was low, my blood pressure was through the roof. Needless to say, my physician was stumped; but now — thank God! — you’ve helped us solve that riddle. You see, because, the very instant I heard your shrill voice whining about a teeny-weeny problem, aw, it took every ounce of self-restraint I had to keep blood from shooting out my ears.

167

Filed under: Season 2 — DRK @ 12:00 am

Ahhh, damn. I missed the annual sleep-over, didn’t I? That _wonderful_ time of year when you two crazy kids throw caution to the wind and make sweet, elbowy love to each other. Don’t you be shy! You can tell Uncle Coxie about the naught-aye!

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