The private said, "That's a tall order, sir."
All I see is two lips.
He kept things pretty low key.
It was the first known casual tea of war.
He wanted to appear in Corporeal form!
Apparently it is private.
I can't imagine how much money he must be shilling out.
The reign in Spain stays mainly in the plane!
Thank you for your cervix.
Hopefully they can learn to apply themselves.
He was a private tutor.
We got to talking and I found out she worked as a stunt double on some pretty big name movie sets. She looked to be at least 10 years my senior but very fit and attractive and we both seemed to really be hitting it off.
Because all the immediate family in the local area had thrown a smaller, more private celebration for my father a few days prior, I didn't really feel a need to stick around any longer, so I asked the woman if she was interested in sharing some drinks with me at the nearby Hilton where I was staying. She happily accepted.
Suddenly, I turned towards the sound of my father's voice cheerfully calling out the name "Andra" (pronounced ON-druh) and my own as he approached. Andra, the woman I had been speaking with, turned towards him, glanced quickly back at me, then looked back again at my father and with a disconcerted look on her face exclaimed, "Oh brother!"
And that's when I realized the double, Aunt Andra.
He turned to me and said, "Parwiovradte."
Now he flies commercial.
giving me a thumbs up as I lowered him into a pit of molten steel.
No sorry that was the end of T2
A private investigator.
What is often characterized as a very conservative organization has taken a stance against racism. I'm not surprised at all though. To anyone who's been paying attention, from its very beginnings, NASCAR has always been veering to the left.
Can anyone help? Thereβs a bloke in this subreddit who calls himself Buster and heβs driving me mad with constant private messages. Day after day he sends me youtube videos of 70βs glam rockers The Sweet. Does anyone know the way, there's got to be a way to block Buster.
A duck-tective!
A private tutor
The Private Investigator get's paid, and the stalker is pursuing his passion.
Sheβs a private tooter
Sir this is a private subdivision.
I'm just passing through.
What's that in the bag?
Oh, these are bonsia plants.
What's a bonsai plant?
They're small trees. See?
Sorry, I can't let you through.
Why?
NO TREES PASSING.
Dad: Don't answer it. We only pick up for ranks Lieutenant Caller and higher.
Because-a, it's-a diary-a.
The rest of the jacuzzi belongs to my wife.
A high schooler wants to ask his best female friend to prom. Because theyβve been friends for so long, he really wants to make his βpromposalβ special. He talks to his friends, he talks to her friends, and spends days planning the perfect moment. Happily, she says yes!
Over the next couple of months, she sends him different styles and colors of ideas for her dress. He tells honestly that sheβs always been beautiful to him, and privately to himself, he is now realizing he has strong feelings for her. He knows he needs to tell her.
The night of the prom, heβs extremely anxious. What if he says something stupid? What if she laughs at him or doesnβt return his feelings? What if she thinks heβs a terrible dancer? All of these thoughts are swirling around in his mind as both their parents fuss over them and make them pose for a million photos.
They get to the prom and heβs even more anxious. Itβs dark, itβs loud, itβs crowded. They have to shout to be heard. But she grabs his hand, leads him to the dance floor, and they forget everything and everyone around them. A while later, as the songs have gotten slower, he can feel his heart pounding. He thinks itβs finally the right time. He leans down and whispers the truth in her ear, the truth about having loved her since they met in second grade. She starts to cry happy tears, saying sheβs always loved him too, and they kiss. As the song ends and changes to something fast again, he asks her if sheβd like to sit and have a drink. She says yes, could he please get her some punch?
He feels like heβs walking on clouds as he goes over to where the drinks and food are laid out. He wants to get back to her right away and hopes he doesnβt have to wait too long at the refreshments table.
He makes his way through the crowd, and is able to get their drinks and return to his waiting love within just a couple of minutes. Because, would you believe it?
There was no punch line.
But my mum still owns the rest of the jacuzzi.
"I think that I prefer the name 'corporal', instead."
A clitical thinker.
Are part of the upper class
Yes, he left a pauper trail.
A briefcase
That fraction would have to be 8000001/2
He was a terrible private tooter.
After 25 years I had nothing to show-for it.
But the rest of the jacuzzi belongs to my mother.
