Nothing, he just waved. Christmas crackers are the worst.
Because if they flew by the bay they'd be bagels.
Jack The Kipper.
A dictionary, so they get plenty of definition.
Thanks, I'll never part with it.
It kept crashing on the beach.
Me: "Amazingly well, thanks. Everyone was so friendly and waving at me."
Between you and me, something smells. Credit: Christmas cracker.
