Nonetheless, Aunty, your fat has fat.
When God passed out brains, Aunty thought He said “trains” and she missed hers.
Walt, you can avoid that Aunty-fate by always texting her from the pub or your girlfriend’s house.
Thanks anyway, Aunty. But, I’ll take the highway.
You will need to ask someone you know personally.
Aunty: aka as t & a.
“Aunty Acid” and “human factors” don’t go very well together.
Better yet: Freak and ugly.
why all the hearts?