It's wrong on so many levels.
It's my first slum-brrrr party so wish us luck!
Because there wasn’t a single person there
I told my doctor and he said I have Klaustrophobia.
It was dreadful.
It was open mike night.
I said He is a Home School Foreign Exchange Student.
It’s been oolong time since my mum was born,
About Six-tea years to date,
Chai as you might, you can’t possible list,
her cupious amazing traits
Her balanced demeanour
Her Kindness and (earl) grace,
rooibost sense of humour,
too many to name in this teany space,
to pekoe out just a few does not do her justice,
let’s not stir things up and cause more of a ruckus,
While this ode may be (chamo)miles away from a Maya Angelou,
It’s just an obnoxious way to say how very matcha I love you.
She said it's the same and easier. Well yes but that's not the case
I told her the luggage was ready but I’m still packing.
I swear, you couldn't hear a pin drop.
It's a new form of subliminal messaging.
I have a lot of emotional cabbage
http://i.imgur.com/JIMaWrk.jpg
Due entirely to one of the two elevators being out of service. The elevator crew gets on while we're on the way up, and I strike up a conversation. 'You guys the elevator crew?' 'Yep.' 'How's that going?' 'Eh, up and down.'
Someone said to an older man waiting behind me to board the plane, "They sure pack us in like sardines"
"Worse, sardines don't have luggage"
