Okay, I'll just have to start off with the Neil Rogers quote, quoted by you know who-hoo -->
"Know what you are, you're a fucking Goddess!!"
And that's when she got that particular job, I think. And the rest is history . . . I mean, herstory.
So that should hold off for a while, those who think WHATEVA!! about this one --->

Oh, darn, I shouldn't point arrows (fingers) at others. That means double trouble for me.

YIKES!! Double or triple arrows are pointing BACK AT ME. (I'm being sarcasmic

) (Hector Projector Time.)
So okay, I don't have a direct quote, but I was touched by and thought it was deluxe comedy when Randi was on the phone to Walgreens about her medicine, and the lady did not have her medicine in stock. And Randi says, the lady asks her if she could interest her in some Zoloft instead? I thought that was priceless.
Nope, everybody's high ON SOMETHING in Florida. Don't need to be one of them!!
Wow, Florida kind of scares me now. Seems as though all the cwazy stories erupt out of the penis state for some reason. (God that's Freudian) And to think I used to summer there every year in my youth. I'm sure the brother Jeb did not help the state improve.
Oh well, help is on the way. Obama in November people!!! Volunteeer, make phone calls, register people in your neighborhoods.