When it turns into a driveway.
Roy Jeep Biv
He was Snowden.
Paint a goal line on your driveway.
The dog is gone, the homework is done, and they're still trying to get out of the driveway.
Because he was snowed in.
Anxiety in 3...2...1... knock, knock *sigh* "WAIT A SECOND!" *mumbles* "I need to find pants."
When you get there, you turn into the driveway. Ba-dum-bum! Don't forget to tip your waitress!
Me: So your mom doesn't have to borrow the car
Because all the rice is gone, and three hours later, they are still trying to back out of your driveway.
ME: Bacon was on sale. WIFE: Oh god, what does that mean *sound of dump truck backing into driveway*
Cleveland Rocks!
I don't want to plow my driveway
Through the ox input.
Groomer has it
A croaker spaniel!
A re-cyclist.
The second one.
He was just chasing tail.
Wanton soup. I'll leave now.
The mathematician says "2" The Physicist says "2, plus or minus 0.1" The engineer says "Probably around 2, but let's say 3 to be on the safe side".
3-year-old: Woof woof. Me: Horses 3: Neigh. Me: Pigs 3: Sizzle sizzle. Somebody understands bacon.
Because he was Snowden
Because we're Snowedin.
You break them at the middle and load them from behind
Because for the rest of the year he's in prison for breaking into people's houses.
The captains log.
Finding out the chef is bald.
