Buds before suds, bro.
They're buds
Bud.
It's sterile and he likes the taste.
Half a measure.
He was forced to resort to excessive violins.
He asked. 'Because I only have one friend' the girl replied. 'And I hate her.'
A Chromophobe.
The Holy Braille!
Because it's a Nietzsche Market.
When you sniff paint, you get high
You don't have to pay for the glue to sniff...
Dad: I told you, my head hurts. Son: This is why mom left.
Cliff.
He drank so much poison it built his immuni-tea.
Because it's a crime to drink and drive.
Divine intervention. edit: Oh.
A free-LOTR
