Me: I love you. 911: Hang up. Me: No you hang up. 911: Stop. Me: This is so us.
Because they won't stop to ask directions.
Eventually the baby stops crying
ME: He's a well known, gimmick. IAN: Really ME: That's Conan. Conan The Bar Bear, Ian.
They don't like getting sand in their crack.
15 or 16
Me: I'm being taken away by ducks! I'm being- 911: Please don't do this, sir M: AbDUCKted! 911: *hangs up*
Aston Vanilla!
A: The boogieman.
My wife is suffocating me -Literally or figuratively sir Well thats a stupid question. How would I be talking
They both moust go down in emergency.