I have only my shelf to blame"
Eric Clapton would never let a bag of cocaine fall out of a window
Because they fall through his hands.
The shadow of his former shelf.
On the top shelf. Where did the chocolate milk sit In the back.
Me: And you're to blame 911: Pardon Me: You give love a bad name 911: I'm hanging up
Tennish.
Woofsh
A nun with a spear through her head.
Being given head.
I'm going to finish my book." "I didn't know you were writing a book." "I'm not, I'm reading one."
Shelf-ish