By crawling to the counter " GET OUT
Because deep down they're really nice people.
What has a foot but no legs?
I'm sorry, we don't serve food here
They both prefer to be called "artists" instead of what they really are.
It was obvious he was kidding.
Him: *texts* Horrible...I was tossing and turn- Me: *crawls out from under his bed* I KNOW, YOU POOR THING.
Stop laughing and reload
Seal plops a five on the counter and says "Anything but a Canadian Club."
Tuesday.