MAKE HIM STOP REPEATING (repeating) EVERY

MAKE HIM STOP REPEATING (repeating) EVERY WORD I SAY! (I say...) I just about had enough with those two in the back, we were in the middle of Utah and our radiator was at boiling.

I stuck my fisted arm in between the back seats and began toggling it back and forth, dealing out blows of chastisement at random. "Look kids, a bighorn sheep!" my wife said. Wally

felt like a hundred bucks. He had jus introduced himself to a certain Miss van de Qim as Dr. Rosenpenis and convinced her that he needed to inspect her matress tags

She sighed, the air about them palpably moist. Their eyes locked, a vision, a shamanic journey, a completed tennis tourney - and then she lay down.

She laid down the N64 controller. Princess Daisy and Birdo just won Mario Tennis and their upset victory called for a celebration across the entire mushroom kingdom. As they stared

unblinking at the screen, it's told a giant fishy balloon dropped a trophy in Birdo's and Daisy's midst. This reporter's never beaten Mario Tennis, so cannot speak from experience.

Nona and Squawker were laying four eggs nearby and thought he should learn a lesson. Birdo and Daisy reached their first contract with a school of fish and were delighted with the

raw chicken they slept in the night before when they did sleep. Something about the moisture in the chicken's decomposition interacts with their MOTHERSHIP receptors which they lik

-en to Colonel Sanders' secret recipe, and out in space a fried treat occurs, which would smell terrific if only there was air out there. But instead, something just goes "beep".