Five Tips for Being Locked in a Trunk
I’ve been locked in a trunk so many times I’m startin’ to think I’m a set of jumper cables!
I’ve been locked in a trunk so many times I’m startin’ to think I’m a set of jumper cables!
My mom took my dad's name—and fingerprints, and mustache, and a high-resolution scan of his face with a state-of-the-art LIDAR device.
While I try to have a thick skin about all this, I must admit it’s pretty disturbing when I hear a critic imply that I’m in some way morally culpable for the clients I choose.
The toilet was pristine. I placed the back of my hand on the porcelain. Cool to the touch.
The criminals must have also found it easy to sneak around me, due to the rug, and fireplace, and radio.
FirstName, I am appalled at how my Republican opponent, Landsley Thornbeck, has been representing Name of State.
- Pulling on a hoodie and sneaking over to my neighbors’ garage. - Groping around in the dark where they stack their old paint cans.
Your constant, unprovoked deductive reasoning is making the other guests uncomfortable. There is no mystery, Holmes. Just mimosas.
The lady perched by a theme-park Eiffel Tower, clasping a suspiciously shiny handbag, and hoping security doesn’t notice she jumped the gate, is me!
From what Eric told me before his cell phone cut out, these bottles are entirely worth the extra eight months of R&D.
We appreciate you're probably busy. And trust us, we're normally never this needy in ransoms.
Shoes off, coat off, valuables off before entering the performance area, if you please, sir. We're not like other improv troupes, you know.