Me: Hubs: The engine smoking at a stoplight Me: I dont know, I look at my phone at lights.
Because his good friend Nostradamus told him he would.
Lots
You would get stoned. And then get rocks thrown at you.
Baked ham.
Theres a muslim a mexican and black guy in a car, whos driving .. **The cops**
Your wife back, your house back, your car back, and your dog back.
Rise up lights
Electricity.
Just-ice!"
He was galactose intolerant.
You hand me your phone, you better believe I'ma hurry & scroll through as many pics as I can before you notice.
Me: *Remembering dropping my phone on my face* "STOP ASKING ME ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!"
Both the engines and the co-pilot stop whining.
All the way to the crash site!
Hubs: With the door locked. Me: She means how do we manage...but yeah.
