Story about a boy named Ellen
First name Kenneth
Last name Parcell ♪
So, people. This is my first video, first vlog. Please, take a look, comment and so on. Well, you know what to do, right? Reblog this? xD. Come on, help a sister out! I mean, I don’t know if I’ll keep doing this but I kinda like it? Anyway. PLEASE WATCH IT!!
Also, don’t make fun of my accent. I’m just a half Brazilian half French girl.
Weinerslav: All righty. Let’s just dive on in;
Jack: Well, yes, I suppose. But only because Miss Lemon is incapable of doing anything on her own.
Liz: Oh, please, half the time when I go up there, it’s to help you choose a tie and they’re all red or blue.
Jack: Where I come from, if you have more than two colors on a tie, it means you’re looking for a certain kind of bar.
Jack: Okay. Yes. In the past, we have advised each other.
Liz: For instance, Jack taught me not to wear tan slacks with a tan turtleneck. I thought it looked nice, but he rightly pointed out that it made me look like a giant condom.
Jack: And Lemon is the only one of my subordinates who’s not afraid to warn me when I’m being too authoritative or handsome.
Liz: Or when you have eye boogers.
Jack: I apologize, Lemon.
Liz: I’m sorry, Jack. I never should have tried to blackmail you. I’ll sign the papers.
Jack: And I shouldn’t have threatened your show. I’ll leave that to the parental decency groups. And I’ll back off on the budget and the bat mitzvahs.
Weinerslav: Okay. Now we’re gonna do word association. Foreplay…
Jack: We’re done, Weinerslav. … Uh, try to walk like a woman, Lemon.
Liz: Your fly’s open, Jack.