

so this morning when i was drinking orange juice my time machine accidently got switched on, it must have been my alter ego, so i decided to go for a spin back in time, twelve full seconds before i started drinking my orange juice, wow things were different back then.
water juice.
what the what.
drinking rock juice.
Drinking a big glass of fail juice.
throwing up rock juice.
eat the broken pretzels first.
with me, at me, or all out against me.
what don't you know and how will you learn it?
i am totally going to name my first kid spatula.
I hardly know what the word concentrate means, unless you're talking about Welch's white grape peach juice.
Drinking juice, because I don't have chocolate milk.
I love and adore a big enough variety of things that I can't be doing a single one of them all the time.
you can buy a jug of orange juice that says pulp free, no preservatives, and made from fresh florida oranges, but those are only hints, i'm not believing it until i finish a nice cold glass.
Must be drinking the gullible juice today.
Now get on the bus and ride it all the way to Motown.
I have very sensitive nipples, they are an extension of my heart.
I wish Americans would say "Cheerio!" as much as Brits do, just for the sake of saying "Froot Loop!" in return.