Fetchez la vache!
Give it up, Gunth. Time to move on.
“Thank you relieving me of this curse… this place is inherently evil. Whatever you do, stay away from the old well that’s in the basement. Otherwise, best of luck and I hope you’re both good fighters!”
A lot of women’s clothing is just plain terrible. I think the people who design it don’t like women very much.
I don’t think that “Greg 12-4” is a proper aircraft number designation.
“All right, DeGroot! Ready to make memories? Show me the OK signal! Fantastic. By the way, have you ever heard of the ‘Mile High Club’? Wanna be a member?”
I was thinking the same thing.
Ha ha ha ha haaaa! Hire me as Santa Claus! Ho ho ho ho hooooo!
Once you’re out of high school, that’s it. You don’t get a whole bunch of gifts every year anymore. The adults in our family have a gift exchange every year… We draw names, and then you buy one present for one person, with a maximum set dollar amount. It’s just a whole lot less stress and better for everyone that way.
How dare you!! (WTF Debbie-Downer Nancy?)
I just like saying “Maaaow”.