@freypalm: Cowboy: Wake up Lou—somethin's spookin' the horses.
Horse: [shining flashlight in face] But this "Apple Store"… HAD NO APPLES.
@freypalm: Parents: When you finish the chores will you please look for a job.
Me: [painting the cat's claws] Still a lot to do unfortunately.
@freypalm: Her: You’re up to a pack a day now—you have to cut back.
Me: [petting the alpha male of the wolf pack I just adopted] I can quit anytime.
@freypalm: *montage of me teaching a penguin to do everything my son Brian can do*
Wife: Where's Brian?
Me: [studying her closely] He's… right here?
@freypalm: Me: Ew, what sort of shop is this? It just sells dead birds?
My cat: Pick out whatever you want, birthday boy. It's on me.
@freypalm: My dad: See, when you said you'd met a "special someone" we thought…
Me: Go on.
Me: [taking hold of the penguin's flipper] GO ON.
@freypalm: College guy: [massaging head] Oh man I got so trashed last night.
Raccoon: [massaging stomach with his little raccoon paws] Me too man.
@freypalm: “Welcome to Fight Club,” said the man with the rock hard abs. I looked around, clutching my kite, becoming worried.
@freypalm: Date: Cat-callers disgust me.
Me: [hastily returning phone to pocket] Oh haha yeah me too.
My cat: *at home by the phone worried sick*