"My love for you is unending," she cried,

"My love for you is unending," she cried, as he gulped the last bit of his beer. "Chandra," he stated flatly, "Writing my name in bathroom stalls does not mean you love me."

she laughed, done with her bathroom graffiti "And writing my number guarantees you don't love me" he said, exasperated. "No it doesn't. Maybe it means I love you enough to share."

"Oh gosh!" he said, floored by her insinuations. She began to put the paint back into her bag with a sigh.

"The Mona Lisa! How could you?"

"You don't understand. With the Mona Lisa, we will sell it, and we will be the richest people in the world." But,

you have to look after it at home for six weeks until we can shift it. Cover it with a sheet & hide it in the

"bedroom. I understand sir. Coke out." I run to the bed with the mysterous object and hide it in under the pillow. Then a flash of light...

he jumed out of the trunk naked with a crowbar like the naked chinese guy in the hangover.

and i realized it was all a dream so i woke up and decided to attack my mom with a crowbar