He looks at your shoes while he's talking to you instead of his own.
He was looking for a webpage!
Me: Hubs: The engine smoking at a stoplight Me: I dont know, I look at my phone at lights.
One hundred and one. Two to wash it, one to dry it, and ninety eight to talk about how dirty it was.
A Freudian Sleep.
You drop it on her twice.
They'll tell you.
Hor-crocs.
Cashews.
Extroverted
Because the only numbers in them are page numbers.
What sort of answer did you have in mind None-just assume it's changed.
