He kept getting in everyone's hair.
Q*berty. (my kids wrote this!)
Is it my hair Her: no Me: MY LOOKS! Her: no, it's your personality Me: oh thank god
I dont know, hes still trying to kick it open.
Because she kept sitting on Pinocchio's face moaning, "lie to me!"
Very little.
Half a Romeo.
The guy who can carry a cup of coffee in each hand and a dozen donuts.
It's not hard