He sat in his own pew.
They go sharkers!
It was given two consecutive sentences.
Two-forty (use an Irish accent)... It's two-farty
Poop: Please don't push. It's already tight in here! Poop to Pee: May I go first? Meanwhile, Fart pushing everyone to the sides.. Fart: Excuse me! Excuse me! I need to go!
None, it should be open when she brings it to you.
Bonjour, je m'apelle Guy aussi!" ("Hello, I am called Guy as well!")
They're cramming for the final.
Well... the woman at church has hope in her soul.
In the *pew*.
Ruff
You sit in your own pew
