Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Well Wishes


Stacy: Okay, peace out.  Going to the pousoix doctore (that's French for 'lady bits doctor').

Brad: LOL, 'kay.
Good... luck...?  o_0
Not sure what to say here...
Let 'em have it?
Go get 'em, tiger?
Break a.... leg?
Happy trails?
Atta girl?
Sic 'em?
Ready, set, go?
Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya?
Eat fresh?
Ride 'em, cow... girl?
A bird in the hand is worth two in the... bush?
All's well that ends well?
Like a rock?
Like a virgin?
If it doesnt fit, you must acquit?
Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman?
C'est la vie?
Gettin' jiggy wit it?
Carpe pousoix?
You are woman, hear you... roar?
Soup that eats like a meal?
Who let the dogs out?
Don't count your chickens before they hatch?
Built Ford tough?
Shoot for the moon; even if you miss, you'll land among the... pousoix?
More than three shakes and you're playing with it?
Caught between a rock and a hard place?
Blood is thicker than water?
All good things must come to an end?
You're every woman?
Don't go chasing waterfalls?
No means no?
I forgot the 'naked' part... that's a good part...?

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