The number of the car that hit you.
Me: struggling, crawling to his car because my backpack is weighing me down Ham.
A Quebrolet.
Of course, I'm shuriken.
A trip without the kids.
Dancing With the Stars is on and I need to make sure this will be enough.
I've learned to add up the zeros but the numbers are still giving me trouble.
You'll eventually end up with enough bricks to build a free garage.
It's so inconsiderate! Good thing I was still up playing my bagpipes.
It ran out of cache.
He's Biden his time.
