You look quite put-together this evening.
All your printer paper is gone and when you look at the printer history it's all Kim Jong-un.
When talking to you, the extrovert mathematician looks at *your* shoes.
The balls drop.
The moon
unevening.
Watch elevision !
Squash.
Very politely.
One with a cemetery plot.
You can't mash Frankenstein.
He got atomic ache.
He was a body-builder
