One you're running on fumes, the other you're fuming with the runs.
The gun has only one trigger
About eighty years
Me: struggling, crawling to his car because my backpack is weighing me down Ham.
One you brush and rake, the other you rush and brake.
Motorist: It's too dangerous on the street.
Woah, the traffic is moving.
He ran into wrong wall at train station
I ran.
He was melting
The diarrhea of Anne Frank.
I can't remember the name. I think it starts with T. Really - Ours only starts with gas.
Do you know how to drive this thing "
Ghetto Blaster
He was running on fumes.