I thought Hooey was on first.
Strangely enough, I have a ticket to somewhere tonight. Actually anywhere…
Doesn’t appear to be a cold front, but could be where a cold front meets a warm front.
I would downgrade it to the cat’s dish, and let it complain to the cat as much as it wants,
Wait until the moth leaves him for the bulb in the ceiling.
But what if the date scratches the dog behind the ears?
Don’t you hate it when your boss is not specific what he-she wants from you?
Whalesnot?
Shortly they will be playing marathon hockey on the new bridge.
double groan
I thought Hooey was on first.