That’s throwing gasoline on the fire!
Pop goes the weasel!
That’s me when I go to a movie waiting for it to start. I count burned out lights, damaged ceiling tiles, number of rows, etc. When I go shopping I count burned out lights.
Tell Marm they took the dog to the pound and lived happily ever after…
It’s also the kid’s expression guide for a mom that’s had a bottle of gin.
I wonder just how much the Girl Scouts make off of each box…
They’ll spend $100,000.00 a year to buy and maintain a robot but won’t pay a decent wage. And what happens when management tries to micromanage the robots???
“Ready for bed” does not equal “ready for sex”.
Aliens are already here. They have problems posing as normal earthlings. The aliens are all of the homeless people.