Is there a short-eared koobish, then?' Mmmyes ...' said J.Lo. 'But it is technically not really a koobish. Is more alike a kind of singing pumpkin.' We had conversations like these all the time, where I just eventually gave up.

...Almost everything inside was filled with sugar, cheese, and weight-loss tips.

The United States was a big country where everybody wore funny t-shirts and ate too much.

I was the funny, outgoing kid who didn't understand how he could keep getting mistaken for a nerd nobody liked.

Then it suddenly and theatrically began to clean itself in the way cats do when they want you to know what a big deal you aren't.

Is there a short-eared koobish, then?' Mmmyes ...' said J.Lo. 'But it is technically not really a koobish. Is more alike a kind of singing pumpkin.' We had conversations like these all the time, where I just eventually gave up.

[J.Lo] found us a police car. Sort of. 'It's not a police car,' I said. 'It is,' said J.Lo. 'Looknow. Lights for flashing.' 'That's true.' 'Writing on the sides.' 'Yeah, but the writing? It says ''BullShake Party Patrol.'' Yes. Whatnow?