- “Economically anxious” strawberries - The blackberries of our discontent - The raspberries of road rage
Put it on this coat rack, where all of my coats are. Is that because I regularly put my coats on the coat rack, rather than strewing them on the floor?
Firstly, you shouldn’t be put off by the fact this milk is from a rat. This is top-shelf stuff in the rodent milk world.
It had just recently opened the moment I turned the corner, as I have no object permanence.
Having never been to a mandatory restaurant before, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but Marshall-Chase-Spiderman-Sit-Down-Now was delightful!
- Both fell off trucks at one point. - Neither speaks French.
Unbiased Yelp Review That Has Nothing to Do With the Fact the Restaurant Wouldn’t Accommodate My Sloth
The restaurant would tell you that a lot of my experiences were colored by my sloth, but I disagree. This could happen to anyone, even the slothless.
I didn’t help break into the Banco de España to see these delicious snacks I’ve generously prepared go to waste.
If you find yourself eating our classic pot roast and one of our comfortable and sturdy chairs flies by your head, please do not be alarmed.
The history of the present Control by mom and dad is a history of repeated standoffs in the kitchen and plates that have too many colors.
Oh McNo. I’m not McFeeling so McWell. My McVision is all McBlurred and I have a McPain in my McAbdomen.
No more acting like you don’t want guacamole or pretending that if you get guacamole, it’ll make you too full.