Category: Datin’
*whimper*
Protected: Chuck
The Collapsation of the Sensation of the Mirror of the Memories in Which We Are Living
This is why, when people ask what “my type” is, I say funny and smart.
If Reggie Watts asked me to marry him today, I’d be all, “Siri! What time does city hall close?!” And then I’d remember I don’t have an iPhone 4S. Hopefully, he’d have one, or else I’d have to look it up on Google, and that would take a minute, and maybe in that time he’d change his mind. :(
Also, I just remembered it’s Sunday, and city hall isn’t open on Sunday, so I need all of you to get ordained right now, and keep your phones set to loud on evenings, weekends, and holidays, on the chance that I meet Reggie Watts and hornswoggle him into marrying me.