Heavens to Murgatroyd! Exit stage left!
Tomorrow is the last day of my vacation. I’m getting that look too!
I occasionally have this dream about forgetting the number to my combination lock on my locker.
Rory did better than me. I don’t think I could have even run the first mile and 385 yards now.
If the lance doesn’t kill him the Takata airbags might.
not to mention HLS.
…with his jokes
♫♪ It’s a nice day to start again ♪♫
Actually now that I think of it, that was probably a ploy by her so I wouldn’t be boinking her daughter.