Wrap it around a tree
Cat: Shot of rum. Bartender pours it Cat slowly pushes it off the bar Cat: Another.
One roars with pain and the other pours with rain.
He stole her blanket.
He was petrified.
The Woof of Wall Street.
Paraffin and matches.
Nothing. They bark.
Run!
About five gallons of gasoline," I replied.
I don't know, I'm in a coma.
She opens the car door.
Electricity.
Wrap your package before you shove it down the chimney.
The Muppets
He just wanted the inside scoop.
Dunk your head in a bucket of water and pull it out twice.
