gets right up in waitresses face* With frickin fire, obviously
We don't like anything white on our land.
wife: I don't like spiders me: Ooooh *grabs newspaper* mother-in-law leaving I don't have to take this
It is when the blind try to read your face
Because their peckers are on their faces.
A: I "NEED" you!
Cook: Because I'm a short order cook.
I've bean everywhere, ma'am!