I admit, Morgan said with another withering look, it's no donut.
Honestly I don't know why i have these partiesBecause of your catThat's true. Chairman Meow deserves my every effort
Just like you silly bums, I have a personal sky god. I bow to him, as you do to your airy-fairy sod. He prefers I call him Mr. NOT.
It sounded somewhat doom-laden, so I felt obliged to look it up more thoroughly, in case I should eat some chocolate rather quickly.
Bat stood in the open door and said I am a crime scene unit detective from the New York City Police Department, you heinous fucking mongoloid, and there is nothing I cannot do.
What did the soup say to the tea plate? "You're too shallow for me. I like deep dish to dip right into!" I still keep my British humour in good taste. No room for egos or rumours.
I get this buzz every time I'm quoted online. The ego high... yes... but also a Google Alert.
I do not want to sound cynical or condescending, but your lips are moving, your mind unbending.
Children throw tantrums because they've imagined their 'father in heaven' does so. And because, their inherited religious book has, in written, shown them so.
I never knew, apes talk. Apparently, you do.
You still are? There go my plans! And the suit I had bought to attend your funeral. Well, well. Anyway, do call me up when you an't.
