It won't be easy, you'll think it strangeWhen I try to express how I feel
That I still need your love
After all that I've done...
Oh, terrific. An orange shirt. This goes with everything. Thanks.
Seriously. Note the prescision. This must have taken hours.
I don't know who she is or what she's doing inside that shirt, but I like this girl. I like her a lot. 
Seriously, I don't have to wear this, right?
(I have no words. I'm rolling around on the floor laughing and crying and loving life. God, how I wish that were me. Check out the kid on the left. "I'm next!")
Don't feel bad, sir. This is how he shakes my hand too. 
Come on. I mean it. Come ON. This is why I do what I do.
One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just isn't the same.
Whenever I wake up feeling glum, I know a of a little place called Bill Wilson Photos, where I'll find joy and comfort and oddities and Armani...
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I'm just going to sit at my desk and laugh. Then take a breath, and chuckle some more. Don't mind me.
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