They Rocked their doors.
He didn't take it - he already had a door!
I guess we have different genes! *knee slap*... I'll see myself to the door
Rock is playing three chords for a thousand people. Jazz is playing a thousand chords for three people.
None, they were all minerals.
One protects all colors.
Spruce Wayne
Because if they drug them by the feet the would have filled with dirt.
Ughs and kisses!
A Selfie!
They tend to be shells of their former selves
The Sirens of the Rams.