Yes, thanks, but I'm still a little horse.
It took him forever to get her off that street corner.
Then I frown & order the soup.
Knowing that the first couple of times you cough that the phlegm isn't yours.
Me: Oh, that was Denise. Dad: Oh, da' niece I thought it was da' nephew. Buh dum tsssssssss
He was feeling a little horse.
UCLA
An olfactory reset.