Hold On, Not Done Accelerating.
Letterhead and envelopes. No matter how hard you try, they remain stationery!
9.81 m/s2
A sandwich.
Your Oklahomie.
No hard feelings.
A dal-martian
A Honda quaalude. (Credit to my girlfriend)
It's theft rate.
Only one but 200 applied for the job.
Hit the road, Jack.
Try to get her off!
Because he was trying to detonate a Samsung Note 7.
A dry doc.
Hypertrophy!
He left his foot on the accelerator.
Stew. Bonus: what do you do if an epileptic jumps into a jacuzzi? You throw in your laundry.
N.O.S. too bad he can't handle the crash...
The bond market crashed.
