he asked. I said, "My next door neighbour."
he asked. "To my mother-in-law's burial." "Then why the scratches on your face " "She kept resisting, that old fart."
if I'm looking at my phone I now reply, 'No. I am not Twittering,' in a sort of flat monotone. And tweet.
With Al-Gore-rithims
He was getting far too wrapped up in it.
because it provides cavity protection
That would be a dead giveaway.
