Me: It doesn't talk. Cashier: Ya, but what does it say Me: IT DOESN'T TALK. Cashier: Ok, Ma'am.
Don't talk with someone in your mouth.
On the phone. It's a baby. If I wanted to hear random noises when I talk, I have a husband for that.
A: Luters.
I'm kinda busy, I won't be able to stay any longer, smell ya later" PS: the addict died that day from severe delusions that his coke was talking blanket, lot of coke....
It didn't register.
Just put it on my bill"