Yes! Thank you.
Yes! Thank you.
If the kids are that dedicated there’s probably not much you can do.
Her secret? A beer at mile 80.
This version is way better:
I’m not crying at work. You’re crying at work. So great to see the ol’ redhead again.
“Jerry Rodshoffer. 945 Summit St.
This is true. I haven’t touched a kettlebell in months!
I only learned this year, my 38th, that you should make your s’mores with a Reese’s peanut butter cup for the chocolate layer.
I am a beer snob, you drink whatever the hell you want. As long as you are happy and not hurting anyone you do not need to explain yourself to anyone.
I can’t take credit for being this witty, but if the tenth movie isn’t called Fast 10: Your Seatbelts, that’s a real missed opportunity.
Hush you. You should know that logic is not permitted here.
Just give the damn plane to the Army and screw this inter-service pissing contest. They are the ones, and the Marines, that appreciate this beast!
“The Oakland Raiders moved to LA and then back to Oakland. No one in Los Angeles seemed to notice.”
So stupid. And yet here I am giggling.
“Horace Ashenfelter” also happens to be my safe word.
Wow, the guy really will do anything to avoid writing new pages of Game of Thrones.