He knows where all the naughty girls live.
tiddy-boom
I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars.
He's high.
What do think he's had in that pipe all this time?
#it's5o'clocksomewhere
