Me: mmm, talk to me in an accent. H: Zoinks, like, there's a ghost! Let's get out of here Scoob! M: *swoons*
Eric Clapton would never let a small bag of cocaine fall out of a window.
Let's just be cousins.
A: Lonely
Eh?
Because she's miss carriaged.
Me: Baby, I was thinking about you so sending you She: Thanks for Thinking
You call 'im Maury. :)
He forgot to cover his tracks! im
For the boos.
A poultry-geist.
Because he's Arminion.
Fixed And I said, "Well, obviously *na-chos*." Get it It sounds like '*not yours*' with an accent.