Calm down... I'm not talking about MY kid. I know how hard to punch her. I'm her mother.
They don't know it either - that's why they are so sour
Washer? I don't even know 'er!"
All the black ones are accidentals.
They both give kids a little head.
They don't. They just talk about when it did work.
God: *sigh* Fine. Mouths. But they'll talk. A lot.
Punch them in the hands.
You only have to punch the information into a computer once.
A toddler can count past two...
A flat minor
Your mother never ran away to join the circus.
Budweiser your mother naked?
you give him space.
Tell her to calm down. You're dead now but the argument is over.