"Yeah, Suri, she's our baby." No Tom, you're

"Yeah, Suri, she's our baby." No Tom, you're not fit to be a parent. You're a terrible human being. You're a whacked out, insecure shrimp scientologist. And I'll tell you what Tom,

that video where the guy squirted your face with water was awesome!" Katie was practicing on her pillow. The door opened, it was Tom. "What, Katie?" The silence grew. Katie swall

owed. "Yes? I, um," "I know, Katie," Tom said clenching his jaw. "You know?" gasped Katie, "How?" "May I come in?" Tom said. "No.. I mean OK, but no." "Oh," said Tom. "I see," "It'

s over." "Fine. I'll call my pals at Sea Org, and we'll see it about that," Tom said, jumping up and down on Katie's couch. "Tom, go home," she said. "Katie, you signed a contract

To the first naked restaurant in London. There was a waiting list of 44,000! Tom wanted to be on the waiting list too. The menu was spectacular, Katie and Tom thought.

They thought and they thought and they thought. Katie thought about the menu and Tom though about the naked customers, but the restaurant was also completely dark so the nakedness

could only be heard & not seen. Naked sounds, naked people, naked chicken. This restaurant was more than a dining experience, Katie & Tom both thought. The waiter felt his way to

Katie's appetizers and offered that the chickens were especially naked this time of year. Drink orders? Katie had a Naked Bitch while Tom opted for a Nekkid Truth & an iced water.

On second thought, Tom had a gallon of buttermilk. Katie responded by ordering a shot of bleach, a shot of ammonia and a glass. They were overcome by the chloramine fumes and died.