Me: Like 4 maybe. 5 tops. Wife: I counted 19. Me: Well I rounded down.
Wife: No idea Memory foam pillow: Two years, five months and two days
I missed you
4-year-old: Nothing. Me: 4: Me: OK. Parenting is easier than it looks.
Mount Rushmore. Or Nickelback. I'm so sorry.
7-1. (World Cup)
My you're looking "acute" today.
By counting Kylereese.
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis.
5 past Lundqvist
Me: Probably through my credit card. 5: what Me: what
All of them
With his ribs
They'd be terrified
Nail its other hand to the floor.
Turn 19