He wasn't comfortable with having that much time on his hands.
He had a Freudian slip.
Anubis (If you don't get it, say it slower.)
Attire.
God: Trust. Man can use it to form lasting bonds and friendships. What you making Satan: A bong.
Me: "BRO, you were there."
A quarter to three.
Paralegal *hands him his boxers* Judge: lol Jury: We're hung Judge: ha! DA: Balls in your court Judge: DO MORE!
A man's undivided attention!
Vee have vays of making you tock!
He wanted to be on time.
