But then I thought; 'Nah, too basic...'
That’s so basic.
I didn't get charged with robbery. I got charged with assault and battery.
Turns out she was a real Basic Bitch.
Chester, the defendant, stood in front of the judge's imposing bench, waiting patiently for the reason why he was there. To further muddle the moment, he stared at items unfamiliar to him, at least in that context.
Perched on and near His Honor's desk were the following: A DuraLast Ultra in one car with a long, black cord stretching to another car, several alkaline D cells plugged into a black box, and lastly, a cell phone with its cord sticking into the wall.
Finally removing Chester's questioned look was his attorney leaning into his ear to whisper, "It's official, now: You're facing battery charges."
and uncle alkaline.
"Hey hotdiggitydon, what are you listening to?" "Alkaline trio" "Alkaline trio huh....hey! What's the difference between them and acidic trio?" "What?" "The PH!!"
I couldn't help but laugh at this one. I was actually impressed
