He burned his lips on the exhaust pipe.
Three brunettes trying to burn it down.
Oops I burned one!
Wake up! WHO DID THIS TO YOU!
It'll dim sum
I don't even wanna talk to the living.
Secretary: My lawyer.
Jill: I don't know. Janet: I'm glad I didn't send you to pick up my birthday cake !
I wouldn't fit through the door.
Every time she sneezed her hat blew off.
Bronte of the blow !
Paddy Hor D'oeuvre
a surprisingly stable person according to my Homie O'Statis.
Because they drink it before it's cool.
She burnt her lips on the exhaust pipe