When your sister tells you she's dating an NFL wide receiver.
You go in as a Tight End and leave as a Wide Receiver.
Drew Brees. The guy's a saint.
Don't worry they'll tell you.
He's staring at somebody else's shoes.
Jane: I can't answer. I didn't know I was supposed to keep count!
When there is a prophet involved.
Don't be silly, walruses don't make sandwiches; women make sandwiches. Made this up to bug my sister. It worked. Her husband laughed.
6-year-old: Because I always win.
Your teeth!
Netflix and Jill
White and gold.
He got shot down.
