Him: *texts* Horrible...I was tossing and turn- Me: *crawls out from under his bed* I KNOW, YOU POOR THING.
She was feeling Sleepy.
A bed in the stockroom and huge smiles on all the bosses' faces.
I'll tell you tomorrow.
Nobody would know
There ain't no rest for the wicked
Motorist: Your siren lulled me to sleep.
Is the answer: A: Heading B: Heading C: Heading
Tequila, I'm looking at you.
Most people don't get angry when you toss a salad.
It's a toss up between ruby and perl.
Nail the other hand to the floor.
By crawling to the counter " GET OUT