His boss always took him for granite.
I asked him. He said, "Tell her about my job."
He wanted arrays. It had to be reiterated several times before it was sorted out.
Because it was soda-pressing
Quit being yourself, quit being yourself!"
Ah-so-late!
Hubby : "My boss said go to hell!"
It's mistaken for granite.
Nobody takes him for granite.
Red, it gold.
He was doing crystal math.
