You cook it in the microwave until its Bill Withers.
Because he was dementor (the mentor).
Because it takes Juan to know Juan
I've gotta find some porpoise in my life.
Thank god I was in the living room when he came
He wrote telephone hold music.
I was worried, as I'm a bit of a mutt.
She says she didn't care as long as I didn't have Roman hands or Russian fingers.
Put it in the microwave until its bill withers.
Now I want my Nickelback.
My friend was so obsessed with a ghost girl that people started assuming he's falling for her. So I asked him about the situation to which he responded by saying: "It's nothing serious. She's just a soul, mate"
I call it my hatchback.
I'd rate it tin out of tin. Big fan
Turns out he has a lot of spin itch...
Now he has a new whorecrux
A wreath a Franklin
I was at a funeral a couple weeks ago. We went to church then the reception. Sitting next to my mom, brother and a couple aunts and uncles, I turned to my mom and told her, "I felt like I was losing my soul in church." I received a few astonished looks when my mom asked, "why would you say that?" I picked up my foot and showed her the sole of my shoe coming off.
It was Cole's Law.
I'm just saying... The dementors never went for Ron Weasley.
I liked the kia, but I’m looking forward to not having to buy gas anymore.
One bee keeper the other be reaper.
So I googled James Brown.
Hi unforgiving, I'm dad"
"Yes you are"
When faced with an R-1 spammer, the goal is not Toulouse.
Quite the opposite, in fact. You wanna focus on becoming the king of Paris.
As stated my wife banished me to the couch for this.
She had a late start at work today, so she did some work around the house, including hanging the wreath.
After picking her up from work that evening we got home and she asked me if I liked the wreath. I responded with "the Franklin? It looks good".
She wasn't happy about that, and kept insisting I call it a wreath. Our friends all came over for D&D and I continued to interject whenever she showed someone that it was called "A Franklin".
Eventually she got really mad and demanded to know why I wouldn't call it a wreath. So I hugged her and said "I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't know it was so important to you. I mean, A-Wreath, A-Franklin, what's the difference?".
So yeah, sleeping on the couch.
Put it in a microwave until it's Bill Withers.
Put it in the microwave until it’s Bill Withers
Put it in the oven until its Bill Withers.
(A tribute to Bill - RIP)
Put it in the microwave until it’s Bill Withers.
Put it in the microwave until its Bill Withers
Cook it till it's Bill Withers
Put it in the microwave until it's Bill Withers
You pop it in the oven until it’s Bill Withers.
Put it in the microwave until it's Bill Withers.