I tell them I'm a wizard then throw glitter in their face.
Crude Oil.
I'll Tell You How I'm Doing Volumes: 1-8
C: PU!
Because I think it makes perfect scents.
In tennis, love means nothing.
You're hired" "Not guilty"
Root Beer Floats!
His accusations weren't backed up by vampirical evidence
Because he was a neck-romancer....
To prevent bat breath!
We can't. It's already fixed.
With an engin*eer.*
Glitter.