He already told you so.
You can sense his presents.
A dish called: "I don't know, you choose."
Silly dad, the internet told me all you have to do is be a Christian.
They look at your feet instead of theirs.
You mech a wish.
Guden Tight
Tip him for the pizza.
They'll tell you.
Just one. He holds up the light bulb, and the world revolves around him