An offer you can't understand.
To get to the udder side
Someone who stays up at night wondering if there really is a dog.
3-year-old: Woof woof. Me: Horses 3: Neigh. Me: Pigs 3: Sizzle sizzle. Somebody understands bacon.
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.
Change.
Because they offer a good celery.
The all up in yo business.
Whack-A-Mole
Because then they'd have nothing to do in the afternoon.
Only one, but the light bulb has to want to change.