Josh has to do this Art History project where he advertises places you could go if you could time travel. I helped him with slogans:
Those are the best. Believe me. It’s too late for me to be thinking.
(Today my coworkers- two college aged boys- talked about a certain part of a female’s anatomy in front of me. I know they were testing me but I didn’t know what to say. I should have fainted into the clothes basket or flown into a rage and thrown all the clothes off the mechanical racks- which = death at a laundry mat. Hehe that would have got ’em……I mean, me fired.)