Blow up the finish line. (I figured 2 years was long enough)
Everywhere
Blow it out, it'll be delighted
Because they can't reach the top shelf.
Spit, swallow, bite, and gargle.
It ran out of juice.
More than a Holocaust
Dust for Fresh Prints! (i this version better than any snowstorm b.s.)
Oh well, I'll figure it out later.
The finish line at the Boston Marathon.
2 years of marriage.