Snoop dog.
You don't call it, you pick it up.
Put both of them in the trunk of your car...drive around...open the trunk and see who is happy to see you.
Me mumbling: Treason stuff. Cop: Louder for the microphone. Me: Trees 'n' stuff. Gardening.
a hummus-sectional ba dum tish! I know that was bad. Please blame my boyfriend, he thought of it.
Fo' Drizzle