Hector: “Will you marry me?”
Lori: “Oooo, this ring goes nicely with my eyeball ring! Yes, I will marry you!”
Hector: “I knew you’d like it!”
Hector: “Will you marry me?”
Lori: “Oooo, this ring goes nicely with my eyeball ring! Yes, I will marry you!”
Hector: “I knew you’d like it!”

Hector: “I know this is horrible timing because you just threw out the trash. I have to ask you this right now though…otherwise I’ll chicken out.”
I’m going to try to post happier things today!

Ginny is watering her plants with her tears. =/
Lori: “Hey, Death?”
Death: “Yes?”
Lori: “You wouldn’t happen to know what my baby looks like, would you?”
Death: “Do you really think that now is an appropriate time for questions like that? Besides, how the hell should I know? That’s not my domain.”
Lori; “Meh, it was worth a shot.”

RIP Fawn Grey! =(
Death: “I’m here for Fawn Grey. I’m assuming she’s the old bat on the floor.”
Ginny: “That’s my mother!”
Death: “Stop crying, Ginny Grey. You’ll be seeing her again soon enough.”
