I love you, but I'm sick of yellow light always breaking us up.
I'm turning over a new leaf.
You: MEEEEE BYEEEEEEEE
Put them in the back of a truck and run a red light.
Motorist: Then you would have caught up with me.
I would love to tell you, but I am afraid the answer is a little bit lacist.
A stega-snore-us.
Me: S-H-O-P Friend: How do you say it Me: "Shop" Friend: What do you do when you get to a green light