Patme! Patme! Credit to my wife on this one
I cry when I chop an onion.
In the midnight hour she cried "Moe! Moe! Moe!"
Talk in your sleep.
One, you can turn off without even trying. The other, you spend all day waving a dish cloth at.
A turtle. I was lying about the wheels
Probably not a planned child.
You can't fire me! I snappopcrackleaaaaaargh!!!!
After taking Notes, they realized their was no way they could sell the Fire.
Nothing.
Malnutrition.
A refund. credit to (saw it on another post as comment, thought it deserved own post)
He just nose. All credit to my BFF
Dearth Vader
To get to the dark side...