Praise be to Thombeau and Planet Fabulon for introducing us to Dorinda and her family.
Looks like a day at work for me.
The janitor doesn't mind all the feathers he has to clean up after you?
Mind them? I think he prances around in them in the boiler room.
Honey, you and Thombeau are prime cut bitches.*slaps both your asses on the way out the door**and that ho Jason's too*
I loved this: "That's Turnpike...you gotcha pay to get on, and pay to get off." Now I have a new name for my Stepmonster!
I'm a sweet piece of Oriental meat. Sheeeat.