Back to the future Ipsum

When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future. Yeah, alright, bye-bye. What? Perfect, just perfect. Can I go now, Mr. Strickland? Over there, on my hope chest. I’ve never seen purple underwear before, Calvin.

I over slept, look I need your help. I have to ask Lorraine out but I don’t know how to do it. I have to ask Lorraine out but I don’t know how to do it. George. George. Weight has nothing to do with it. I know, and all I could say is I’m sorry. I can’t believe you loaned me a car, without telling me it had a blindspot. I could’ve been killed.