Back up a little, you ran over my foot
I'd like to order a bag of sand thus from it.
Back in '42, we had to walk fifteen miles to get even a sniff of a doughnut.
AKA Jack Daniels
Rubbery potatoes.
I'm pretty sure killing is illegal, Psy. Although I've been wrong before.
I just looked at the comment i left you on your latest drawing in the art gallery, man i was so drunk! Either way it's still a ten, great work my friend.
I agree. It's a hell of alot better than toe jam, that's for sure....and easier on the nostrils too.
Let it all go romeo!
Really? So it'll be safe to sleep in the middle of the streets again? How exsquisit!
