She gives you the eye.
Collar ID
a hummus-sectional ba dum tish! I know that was bad. Please blame my boyfriend, he thought of it.
A space bar.
A: A hobby horse.
To go with the traffic jam.
Me: I'm smart and funny. Her: That works Me: No I'm terribly alone, I was just saying.
Me: *Remembering dropping my phone on my face* "STOP ASKING ME ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!"
Chicken Caesar salad.
A Leper-Chaun