Gamble in British currency.
He was running on fumes.
Because nothing is faster then Liecht!
Me: "American..." Her: "Want it toasted " Me: "I'll just make it myself."
They keep their caps locked and guns loaded. (Not the best and not original)
Because he was soda-pressing
One Insta-gramm
Whittle by whittle.
Cancer
A british tank you racist.
Honey!" Nut "Cheerio!"