Reality? Yeah . . I Sorta Remember That . .
Reality? Yeah . . I sorta remember that . . .
Oh yeah? Well, I remember when sex was dirty and the air was clean.
Anything goes (well, sorta).
Homer: Remember when I used to push you on the swing?
Bart: I was faking it. Homer: Gasp! Liar! Bart: Oh yeah?...
Ross: Mon, Mon, are you OK? Monica: You remember that video I found of mom and dad?
Ross: Yeah. Monica: Well, I just caught the live show....
Yeah I know the feeling.
Narrator: The story of our national parks begins in 1872.
Perhaps we should let John Muir tell the tale....
I make my own reality.....
I refuse to be intimidated by reality anymore.
I tried reality, but it didn't work.