He asked. "A pay rise." I replied. "My wife told me to grow it first and then ask you."
Nothing, you already told her twice.
A hug and a little quiche.
For me, it's about three fifths.
Don't worry! They will tell you!
Because he wanted his dishwasher to match the fridge and stove
I dunno. Ask the kids.
Their knee grows!
Because their knee grows.
If I'm looking at my phone I now reply, 'No. I am not Twittering,' in a sort of flat monotone. And tweet.
I said, "I Excel at it." He replied, "Was that a Microsoft Office pun " I was like, "Word."
