Secretary: My lawyer.
A weapons designer for the First Order.
Do you see me in the kitchen discussing dishwashing strategies No. You don't.
Because there is no work out there.
They don't work in the future either.
Me: a dragon! Santa: noo, be realistic Me: a girlfriend Santa: * cough * what color do you want your girlfriend
White Christmas.
Only 12. One for every month.
Hell was full.
You take your shoes off to jump on the trampoline.
He left lip prints on the mirror!
Answer: Its An Inquiry At The Top Floor Regarding The Vacancy In The Ground Floor.
He was already taking out a tooth
Mat. I neglected to mention he has no arms or legs.
They think their children are small enough to neglect! Adapted from a Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal, I forget which one.