Desire always leads to suffering, with the exception of the desire for an ice-cold glass of refreshing Pepsi-Cola™. That one’s fine.
Cain: Cain is in pain! Abel: I'm un-Abel to walk comfortably!
Don’t you dare be soothed into chorale complacency by our initial thin delivery and ambiguous harmonies.
We revere his gracious power and salute the Bull Terriers before who’ve portrayed his likeness.
How do these seltzer companies make money in such a saturated market? What gives?
Too much fruit: I've eaten six tons of papaya, 3,500 grapefruits, 0 apples, 700 oranges, more grapes than I can count, and a plethora of colorful berries.
Walk out: Just leave en masse. Once you're a healthy distance away from me, there will be no one to support my Multi-Level Marketing Religion.
Leadeth these people past the still waters and into a heavenly double-time breakdown. Let the angels proclaim the glory of that sick beat.
1 Peter 1:3: "Praise be to bunny Jesus who is always, like, twitching his little nose."
Contains only four questions of actual importance.
Sister Rosemary did nothing to deserve your wrath on JFK Boulevard this afternoon.
2. (Taylor’s Version) Thou shalt not throw shade on my name or thy will face the wrath of hundreds of vengeful Swifites online.