By the time you hear it, it's too late to do anything about it.
Oh don't mind him, he's just the product of our times!
God: *sigh* Fine. Mouths. But they'll talk. A lot.
No, YOU the bomb.
Everywhere.
Because they're extinct
They wanted to be Soba... I heard that a few days ago and wanted to share it.
You take off your shoes before you jump on the trampoline.
A viola burns longer.