Me:Glowing Neighbour:Pregnant Me:No, she's on fire, just going for more wood Neighbour:You're sick Me:You're next
A tray shaped dinosaur. Credits go to the wife for that one! She still giggles when she tells it.
He Double Gloucester.
The phone we gave you is frightful, But the fire is so delightful; And since we have no replace to go, Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow!
Because the pizza guy has consequences for not doing his job correctly. "Oh damn, shots fired!" But not by the pizza guy.
Obi-Wan: We'll be stealthy. *turns on huge, glowing laser sword*
None. They already glow.
The neighbours were baaastsrds.
A neighbour!
She delivers.
