A dictatorship. *sobs*
When they ship them over from the Old Country, they stamp "To N.Y." on them...
I don't have time for your ship.
Coffin medicine.
A Rolls-Royce.
They both oppress those on the inside. They both lie to those on the outside. And they both raise monuments to the fallen.
Sobs* Friend: Bad breakup Me: No. *wipes tears* My Instagram isn't working.