Everyone's favorite Pam Beasley...
I revealed my face for the first time. They thought I was just a curly-haired bun. Maybe I was hiding a beard. Alas I reveal the truth that I am just Pam. Pam Beasley.
The ultimate group dad, born in 1917...
I just want to feel the breeze brush against my cheek as I ride on the open road. I am on just one of my many motorcylces. Thank god I had my special monk-power-focus breakfast.
Your local neighborhood Chandler Bing...
I think I can still see Jacob dispearing into the sunset. I toot my scooter horn *beep* *beep*. He glances back at me and hits the gas. He won't be seen with me. But I will chase him into the distance.