Alice is right. She’s just ahead of her time. By several hundred years.
Apparently you’re not her very best friend.
You don’t want to be death. The hours are long and you’ll work your fingers to the bone.
You can be a confirmed bachelor and still engage in that smoochy woochy stuff. Whoops! I shouldn’t have said “engage” to a confirmed bachelor.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words hurt more than anything.
No, it’s a car compactor not a compact car.
Haato-chan … love it!
I’m not even going to ask.
Silly Lucy, you need two more chairs to be able to touch the sun.
One should never outgrow the toy phase.