DaddyButter
I want an auctioneer to read my eulogy.
I wonder if Charlie Brown can refer me to a good grief counselor.
Who named them nostrils instead of scent vents?
I understand vampires being invisible in mirrors, but what the hell happens to their clothes?
When I'm not sleepy, I listen to some Chris Brown. That knocks me out right away.
Amigo
November is like the Thursday of the year.
The cable company told me they would send a guy out and I need to be home between the hours of 1PM and 2014.