A: Her crayons are still sticky.
Go Bach and get a Handel on it!
Water...
Husband: I will go mad with grief. Wife (a bit glad): You wouldn't remarry, would you Husband: You never know. A mad man can do anything!
She starts fitting into your wife's clothes.
A crayoff
In case you hadn't noticed, the color of the wind is 'blew.' Water always looks 'wet' to me. Dirt is oviously 'dirty.' Soup seems 'soupy.' If you can't find those Crayons in your box, contact CRAYOLA.
Get off me paw, you're crushing my smokes."
Then Harry Potter would have to destroy it ofcourse.