Hello, ladies. Look at your man. Now back to me. Now back at your man. Now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me. But if he stopped using badly scented cologne and switched to Tiberius he could smell like he's me.

Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're on a boat with the man your man could smell like. What's in your hand? Back at me. I have it. It's an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again. The tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Tiberius and not a lady.

I'm on a ship.

Miami is definitely not my idea of paradise.

Jessica? I was wondering what kind of party you'd like for after your graduation.




And John? Sweetheart, I need to talk to you.

I think that comic book writers might need to be strung up by their toes. Yes.