What " "You aren't coming to my house"
I don't have a Camaro....
A religion drinks wine and a cult drinks Kool-Aid.
That is impossible. Opportunity doesn’t come knocking twice!
They ain't private ears. (I don't care if a six year old came to this first thirty years ago, it just came to me.)
Nah, I'm-a stay.
The house smells better !
Because it is Finger Lickin' Good.
Simple - brown it on both sides then throw it into the pot.
So you're the one!