Me : How about a newspaper. Wife : OK, which one Me : Today's.
Depends what you want it to change into...
He saw all that catsup and wanted a transfusion.
Who are you
Snowblower
Because no matter what card you cross, and how many, you're bound to start a fire.
Glue bread to the ceiling.
You walk him and pitch to the giraffe.
You know you need a psychiatrist!
Bakeries, there are brownies and crackers there and yet they never fight.
Cause they don't want no beef Edit: I'm going to crawl back into my hole now
Because there are already too many targets. (credit: some old veteran bum looking guy sleeping on a bench at the police station I went to today.)
Today sure was ruff" Read that today on my university's art wall and made me smile a bit , thought i'd share it :P
Because she enjoyed being Ms-quoted