Nail it's other hand to the floor.
Me: *Remembering dropping my phone on my face* "STOP ASKING ME ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!"
Stop being such an intellectual im-pasta.
I think we're in sink.
A trillionaire.
Nail its other hand to the floor.
A baby in the oven.
Because I shot its leg off.
Nail the other hand to the floor.
Art...floating in the sea Bob...laying on the floor Matt...down in a hole Phil...sitting in a pot Stu...
To look for the lowest prices.
Him: *texts* Horrible...I was tossing and turn- Me: *crawls out from under his bed* I KNOW, YOU POOR THING.
Stop laughing and reload