I have only my shelf to blame
200 ft: Aaaaaaaaa, bump 2 ft: Bump, aaaaaaaaa (Yes, it's an old, really old joke. Surprisingly haven't seen it here, yet.)
A. A nun falling down a flight of stairs.
I blame my shelf
I can see my shelf
I don't know what you're blaming me for, it's your fault!
A hummus-sectional ba dum tish! I know that was bad. Please blame my boyfriend, he thought of it.
He kept trying to shave the princess.
He was looking for Pooh. - *My little brother told me this one hit me with a little bit of nostalgia.*
He was heading west.
He wanted to work undercover.
They were fully booked.