Me mumbling: Treason stuff. Cop: Louder for the microphone. Me: Trees 'n' stuff. Gardening.
Weeding
Your fence.
Antiquing.
All your stuff has been donated to charity
A black berry.
TREE O'clock!
Hey, pho queue, dude
A Barbecue. Christmas crackers are just full of laughs.
Greg if you're a friend, Gregory if you were introduced, Mr. Abdalla if you're doing business with one another.
I'm ready to partiem with my perdiem *sorry, not a dad, and the bar tender didn't laugh either
On microphones.
Stop being shellfish!" *drops microphone, walks away*