PERSON: Ran a half-marathon and helped my pal move. You ME: I talked to like 4 people.
Nunavut.
The ability to tell a person to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip.
He caught her in a 4-way
Me: You go to heaven. 4: No, I mean when you die, do I get your stuff
What do you mean what do I mean?" replied the man. He went on to explain "My son has half my genes, that makes him my half-son." The woman he was talking to decided he was crazy and without replying walked past him. She looked back and noticed his neck was red, after all it was a sunny day.
One who looks at your shoes while he's talking to you instead of his own.
An incorporation.
Lucardio!
A good friend will help you move house A really good friend will help you move a body!
Gingerbread. Edit: This is more of an out-loud joke. So, maybe it'll help if it read: "Ginger-bred" instead.
Mount Rushmore
Let's go PAL.
