Here's what she said to me: GO TO SLEEP.
A Freudian Sleep.
He wanted to see how long he slept.
When asked for his name by the coffee shop clerk, my brother-in-law answered, Marc, with a C. Minutes later, he was handed his coffee with his name written on the side: Cark.
But I don't have a .........oooooh.
So the can smell like big girls!
The pope died a virgin
Look mom, an angel!
When you see your mother-in-law backing off a cliff in your brand new car.
