You hand me your phone, you better believe I'ma hurry & scroll through as many pics as I can before you notice.
Because he has holes in his hands
They'll always have dry wood on hand to start a fire
if I'm looking at my phone I now reply, 'No. I am not Twittering,' in a sort of flat monotone. And tweet.
A hawkie talkie.
Mary. Lied about her extramarital affair, still believed by billions.
He didn't believe in love at first sight.
Boy explains his whole problem Girl: Oh, that's why you didn't notice my nail paint
A senpairate.
He was running lait
A rushin' russian.
PIC on someone your own size!
What are our scientists doing
