Sometimes it is just impossible to get out of bed in the morning.

Time to go out and play.

Miss Strawberry Shortcake looks faint.

The landlord cannot help that he is tasty.

Let’s sit in the back.

“I miss New York. I’m tired of all these hippies cavorting around with their mountain bikes and dated idealism. I miss ambitious, hard-working, jaded city slickers. I feel like I’m going to barf on my shirtfront if I see another head of blonde dreadlocks.”