aliens stole my wallet

...Mulder, I need you!!!

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Thursday, April 14, 2005
 
"She smells like angels ought to smell."

"Move along there, ya... big buttheads!"

"I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries."

"Are you seeing planes? Is your name Tattoo? Because swear to God, you're living on Fantasy Island."

"Face it, I'm older and I have more insurance!"

"I gave you BACK the map, Heather."

"I'm H2O intolerant."

"Find the well... it's the passage... to hell! SHUT IT! "