And the leaves that green turn to brown…
But I AM Napoleon!
When does the Pez pop out?
Anyone who goes to a psychiatrist ought to gave their head examined.
Does anybody really care?
Not the brightest bulb in the chandelier.
Same here, but there were eight of us!
I don’t think their friendship has a ghost of a chance.
It’s not how fast you go, it’s the sudden stop at the end.
It’s the thought that counts.