You dont. There is a clock on the oven.
Put them both in the trunk of your car, drive around the block, and see which ones happy to see you afterwards.
Because she was a woman
They're both fun to watch tumble down stairs.
So time would fly.
It goes back for seconds
A waist of time
An untenable situation
Fixed And I said, "Well, obviously *na-chos*." Get it It sounds like '*not yours*' with an accent.
Get to the back of the oven...
Mice crispies.