Oh, I don't know. Probably something between a Mister and a mattress.
I don't know, guess he just wasn't Inuit.
Me: Hubs: The engine smoking at a stoplight Me: I dont know, I look at my phone at lights.
A poison pen letter from the principal.
Jokes on
A: About fifty pounds.
Mistress: Are you done yet Wife: Beige... I think I'll paint the ceiling beige...
Two twins make a King.
To sleep under it