Empire waist, no less.
One cannoli imagine….
Ah, the old “ball & chain.”
Eighth-wits…. it takes four of them to make a half-wit.
“The moving finger writes; and, having writ, moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.”
Munch, munch, munchabuncha Fritos…… That earworm ought to stick with you a while.
Prevagen for two.
I see 6 dumbbells, and several no-brainers.
Correct. He’s gonna rate your record high!