Here's the verdict - Will & Jill are communal to be around and their worship of each other is infectious. I want a Jillian in my life (DISCLOSURE: I'm sexually active) because for every breath you take, sunrise brings another milkshake. I'm talking mudslide versions. Sitting around while the chaos bleeds from sincere participants, these two wack-a-doodles trapse through the day granted them by the universe (AKA God) like silly pre-school girls pretending they're at a tea party. Will is cocksure literally and Jill leverages that assurance with culinary aplomb. Eat first or eff first?

My sweet baby is DONE with all that retina-raping and we're back to nirvana. Those devotees of the simple life can be described as:
going right where the deliverables were and kick-out a jam
hoot where prayers used to be
just kiss the tip
I'll get to heaven 'afore ya. It's all in the wrist and according to yesterday, she's right there with me. Can't get the sad eyes of ARodg out of my mind but that's showbiz - - you WOW 'em then find a comfy place to die. Hey, 20 more, I tell ya - - - - - - I've got the world on a string.