I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
Sure selling shoes is fun. But behind the glamour, it's like any other minimum wage slow death
If dynamite was dangerous, do you think they'd sell it to an idiot like me
Peg, did your mother get so fat she spread across the border?