Her: I plan on sleeping all day Me: ...Why Her: I want to have dreams too
What I want to be *if* I grow up.
He wanted to have webbed feet.
Him: *texts* Horrible...I was tossing and turn- Me: *crawls out from under his bed* I KNOW, YOU POOR THING.
Lazy bones.
A "coup d'isaster".
Plastic Surgery.
Waiter: We can dream can't we
They lived hoppily ever after!
I have a bream.
They all died in Tennessee