Ello, 'ello, 'ello!
Recalculating route.
Tell her that if she meets with a serious accident, the newspaper will have to print her age.
Man.
Two men a night.
The spelling.
It has legs, but doesn't walk, beak, but it doesn't bite and wings, but it doesn't fly. What is it? -A dead crow
Oh sweetheart, you are the eye of my maple....
A tuna.
Me: *Thinking about how dogs understand more English words than I understand dog words* Science stuff.
OC) Too many persuasive esses.
Fine. I used to be one who couldn't understand the English men, and now it's the English men who can't understand me.
