I promise this won’t be a regular thing. I am way too forgetful for that. But here is Mike, in all his glory.
Mike: droning on about some car article
Mike: Can you stop interrupting me?
Mike on Ellen’s recent behavior:
“We should agree that we will not rest until she is an adequate human being.”
Mike on Ellen’s new anatomically incorrect octopus puppet:
“This is more of a sextopus. That just sounds wrong, and my finger is up its butt.”
After I used Mike’s tools to fix Ellen’s train:
“You would make a great single mom.”
While trying to decide what to do on Friday night for my birthday:
“We could just go to that kid-friendly evening place.”
While trying to find directions to St. Agnus Church:
“St. Angus: We only serve the thickest cuts of Christ.”