Rebecca

I think he was being sarcastic Billy. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Don't be an ass for once Stitch. Sorry Stitch. My bad. This is horrible. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Hey honey! Sorry I didn't call last Thurs - our v-ball game didn't even start until 8:30, and then we went to Woodrow's for about 20 minutes... We're gonna have to play this one by ear, at least for April. But I won't forget the invitation - you are two of the coolest kids I know!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Turning dudes to dust with the sight of your boobs was a stupendous trick! I must see this again! If I could actually do a backflip, that would be cool to see... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I don't fawn. Fawning is for chumps. I do back flips and stupefy the guys with my mad mojo. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Yeah, and rumor is Slappie and Turtle are hot. And for your information, I'm having his twins. (2 heads counts as twins, right?) you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I am crushed... Better? No Fine. NOW is it better? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I am crushed... Better? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I was going to say Pop, but since you put it that way, I'll have to say you. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I am Beat me to it! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

But we're all so friendly. What could possibly scare someone about Texas? Is it the size thing? 'Cause not EVERYTHING is bigger. Just most things. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Damn now I really need to meet that chick! Git yoself to Texas woman!

You did not just do that. You dork!! I might actually be the hottest at this moment - thermostat in the office is reading 79.1 degrees. I'm getting a little sweaty... (and not in the good way...) you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Don't get a Land Rover. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Being a girl. That's usually all it takes. I would have to agree. Not that nuns do that stuff. Well then, what do Nuns do? "What?" I dunno. Pray? Garden? Minister to the morally weak? "Who?" No one, according to their marriage to the Big Guy. That's why being a nun either sucks or is verrrry fulfilling in ways I don't know about... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Crap. I thought I'd tucked my shirt in tightly enough. That would explain the delayed reaction to my perfect landing... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Just make shit up like Turtle does... Turtle, staring really hard at my t-shirt and pretending you're Superman does not qualify as seeing my boobies. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Like the Spanish Inquisition: No one expects it! Unlike the Spanish Inquisition: a happy surprise! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

We're just talking wet from the rain, right? I have no idea what you mean. What else could you POSSIBLY be wet from? Ooh! Ooh! I know this one!! Margaritas snorted out of everyone's noses because of something funny someone just said!! Not only wet, but sticky too. Am I right? What do I win? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Slappie, why you gotta go and say something like that? If I were so lewd as to do that in public, you'd have been the first to pass out in sheer awe. Psh. Umm - I Saw it. Saw what? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I love this wagon! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Slappie, why you gotta go and say something like that? If I were so lewd as to do that in public, you'd have been the first to pass out in sheer awe. Psh. Everyone at the table was turned to DUST!! Sounds like a wicked port-fueled dream! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Slappie, why you gotta go and say something like that? If I were so lewd as to do that in public, you'd have been the first to pass out in sheer awe. Psh. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Uh, nope! Coffee is good. Coffee is my friend. Did you have a good time Slappie? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I have no idea what these women do, but I wish I did. I am flypaper for freaks. (Maybe it has to do with my own levels of radiating insanity... Nah, can't be...) you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?