“What do I look like? A blonde rolodex for boys who've lost an archery match with cupid?” — Jenn Cooksey Copy Share Image
“I’m gonna take a minute here because you seriously need to understand how magnificent this guy is.” — Jenn Cooksey Copy Share Image
“Thunderdome will never be boring so I'll have fresh battle scars when I die.” — Jenn Cooksey Copy Share Image
“Uh, hello? I prefer recently reformed promiscuous reprobate. I'm just sayin', if we're gonna name call, let's just make sure we get 'em straight” — Jenn Cooksey Copy Share Image
“On the wall next to the door we’d entered through was a huge floor-to-ceiling bulletin/whiteboard combo and hanging from a thumbtack on the bulletin board amongst pictures and other various sorts of memorabilia was my bra. It’d been washed but it still had a good many blotches of pink on it. If that wasn’t shocking enough, the dialogue written over… — Jenn Cooksey Copy Share
“You find out who your real friends are when you call and tell 'em you just accidentally killed a hooker and they show up… — Jenn Cooksey Copy Share Image
“Again, folks, you've been witness to one of the most seldom seen events in history... I'm Chicken Larson saying good night, sleep tight and… — Jenn Cooksey Copy Share Image
“Tristan’s Mom: What are these? Tristan: Your granddaughters. Tristan’s Dad: Don’t worry honey, you don’t look old enough to be a mother let alone a grandmother. Tristan’s Mom: Again with the flattery, thank you dear. Where did they come from? Tristan: Camie gave birth last night. Jeff: I didn’t know she was pregnant. Tristan: She wasn’t. It was a miracle.… — Jenn Cooksey Copy Share
“What do I look like? A blonde rolodex for boys who've lost an archery match with cupid?” — Jenn Cooksey Copy Share Image
