They can't croco-dial the phones.
If I'm looking at my phone I now reply, 'No. I am not Twittering,' in a sort of flat monotone. And tweet.
On the phone. It's a baby. If I wanted to hear random noises when I talk, I have a husband for that.
The mall is hiring new Santas.
He wanted to double his prophets.
An alligator.
To shake out the alligators. I've never seen an alligator In a tree. That's because the pigs do such a good job.
Beaker. All he says is "Me Me Me."
A drama-dairy.
