Buckle Buckle
The motorist. He really shouldn't be driving in the kitchen. (Edit: formatting)
Motorist: Then you would have caught up with me.
Motorist: So I could race home to get my license and registration.
Motorist: I thought it was good place. It says "Safety Zone."
Motorist: I wasn't going to miss seeing myself on "America's Most Wanted."
Motorist: The light just turned yellow.
Motorist: I thought I was on a merry-go-round.
Motorist: Because it was revoked months ago.
Motorist: Because you'd catch me on a slow one.
Motorist: Your siren lulled me to sleep.
Motorist: It's too dangerous on the street.
A three car pile-up.
Crashing boars.
She yelled. "It's part of the design," I said, opening up my wardrobe, "Look, I have the entire collection."
Get another one to yell BINGO
An arms race.
Because he was faster than a speeding Bullet...
Me: I just ran out of the fancy shampoo my previous GF bought for me.
Full speed ahead
The registration of the car that ran him over!
Licence and registration please.
There was a face off in the corner.
Stop being so closed off.
The chain is too long.
So women know where to stand in the kitchen.
Now, that was one politi-cat debate!
Her: Because she had heard that the mayor was going to lay a cornerstone and she wanted to see if he could really do it.
