His boss always took him for granite.
I want that job. I could really screw with some people.
Cancer got Jobs.
He couldn't handle his boos.
Because it was soda pressing.
When he found out, Santa shouldn't have gotten mad, he only had his elf to blame. Now Santa won't forgive him until elf freezes over.
My Boss: This is inappropriate Me: Your skin is so... My Boss:*Turns off shower* OUT!
Nobody takes him for granite.
Because he thought people were taking him for granite.
I appreciate the sediment.
He was doing crystal math.