We're doing it behind her front.
Me: “why’s that?”
Dad: “because they’re joined at the hip.”
The chef told the man that he has bigger fish to fry.
I'm quite attached to her
And he'd name it "I'll Do You One Betta"
Siamese fighting fish are Betta!
I don't care if it's Tabby, Siamese, persian or even mixed breed. If I see a cat, I'm calling it over to me. And petting it too, if I can.
Bob: "Siamese rice." Me: "Aww, that's too bad. Is it all stuck together?"