“Yikes” is right. I don’t really find this funny or even that creepy, just unspeakably sad. Ugh, I need a bath.

Mans, that exact same thing happened to me this summer. Only the three girls I lived with were high out of their minds watching “Forrest Gump” in the other room, dissecting every moment that was “soooo true” and “sooo sweet”. I sat, endlessly knocking, listening to the girls’ stoned philosophy on film. Torturous.

I should also mention that this happened the morning after one of their friends stole my laptop (and years of work with it) during a party they threw when I wasn’t home. INSULT TO INJURY.

I want to be Prince, but I’m not sure of the logistics/necessary racial sensitivity.

Sterling Cooper Draper Yikes!

Well, at least he’s Union.

More like Tommy MISS-eau, am I rig–*gunshot*