Now I have a nickleless cage...
At least that's what her diary says.
They really help people out.
Because they always bring their Eh Game.
They're Christmas music because they're sung by A-wreath-a Franklin.
They have been stepped on for far too long.
It would be wrong of me to look down on them
... a little bit of salt.
But every once in a while you find one that is downright shit talky.
A stand-up chameleon.
Who doesn’t touch the thermostat.
Backstage crew. Always giving props to them.
They are my idles.
It sound more ofishal.
"If you forgot, I'm not going to remind you."
Because there’s no honor amongst Steves.
A lot of people take them for granite.
But hey, it puts food on the table.
If you’re hot blooded, they’ll check it and see.
is to not fall asleep at a wake.
They have a lot of spirit
Motion censors
Sirloin.
.....I mean, the shit they have to go through
It was legendairy.
"Hey, barkeep!" he says, struggling to keep control of his quarry. "Any room for me and my friends?"
The bartender smiles and sets down some plastic cups. The man plops his friends inside, but the cups are too small.
"Um...barkeep?" the man says, pulling them out again. The bartender reaches for some larger mugs, but as he places them next to the cups, it becomes obvious that even these will be too small for the pigs.
Seeing the man struggle to continue holding them, the bartender runs to the kitchen for help.
A cook emerges, holding several large measuring cups. "Sorry, I just used these to make a batch of cheese dip, but they're all yours!"
The man carefully plops each pig into its respective gooey yellow cup.
Arms exhausted, breathing heavily, he drops into a stool at the end of the bar, between his tiny friends and a beautiful girl.
He glances her way, gasping coyly. "Hey...I'm...Tom."
She smiles, having watched the whole ordeal. "Hi Tom, I'm Liz. And if you don't mind me asking..." she laughs, looking over his shoulder, "what was that all about?"
He glances back at the bar. "Yeah...sorry," he pants. "I wanted...to impress you, but...it turned out to be...a pretty cheesy...pig-cup line."
No, I respect others’ privacy
he sorts by gnu.
This year, I will try to beat that but, I usually get bored and end up turning over to watch something else...
Because feet are legends
