What year is Lio living in? They don’t wait until the Monday after anymore.
Oh, d… Nah, I’m not going to say it.
The coyotes will hunt with them, but not the wolves.
They don’t need no stinkin’ badgers.
Somebody must be in a turkey-induced bliss.
Even if you’re right, you can be wrong.
What was that superintendent thinking, giving out his number to the kids?
I don’t know if DoorDash will deliver to their pads, but I’m pretty sure GrubHub will.
Spellbindin’ tales from the sea, eh?
In your face.
Didn’t Larry tell his wife about his new job, the village idiot?
But no wise crack from Paul Lynde in the center square?