Terry looked at me. I looked at him. Terry

Terry looked at me. I looked at him. Terry looked back at me. I looked back at him. We shared this moment together, this scheming look that only two best friends would understand.

Awwww, who am I trying to kid. I didn't like Terry and he liked me even less. I guess me stealing his girlfriend, Kathy Fripp didn't help matters. Of course, Kathy dumped me for

half a bottle of Pepto Bismol and a preused condom. I didn't ask but I was mad about my half of the Pepto Bismol. "Hey Terry, at least she left you for a man." He took that as a po

go stick and damn near hopped out of his depression. I'd never seen a man change so quickly in front of my own eyes. He swigged the last half of Pepto Bismol and smiled. "Thanks,"

he said, slamming the Pepto Bismol down on the counter. I stared at the man, the one with a grin on his face and pink liquid dribbling down his chin, and I wondered if he was sane.

"You are probably wondering if I am sane," he said calmly. I couldn't believe it! "...and you can't believe I just said that." he continued. This had to be a joke. "No, no joke."

Matthew began to levitate again for the fifth time today, "Definitely legitimately doing this" Caleb dropped her groceries and fainted, the devil's got her son again

. Aunt Cray commanded: "Matthew Brackwell, you shall keep your feet on terra firma, or there will be hell to pay." Cray helped her psi-blind sister Caleb pick up the groceries and

The largest tomato protecting nose blow in history. Uncle Julie and Caleb nominated it for the best new nose in a musical category at the Emmies and she won!