A choice" is a decision you make. "To choose" are what Mexicans put on their feet.
One is a bar room, and the other is a *BARROOM!*
One's a legacy, the other a sea of legs.
A Mexican.
Aye CaRoomba
In inches. Snakes don't have any feet.
I'm kinda busy, I won't be able to stay any longer, smell ya later" PS: the addict died that day from severe delusions that his coke was talking blanket, lot of coke....
They give you two choices but their always out of one.
In a think tank
Me: Well I guess I could bring my stereo, but I get to choose what we listen to.
As a mother, I choose not to screw it in. Light bulbs are dangerous weapons created by the Soviet Union, and I will not screw it in; it could severely hurt my child. As everyone knows, light bulbs are the principle source of autism in this world, and I have to take a stand on it.