If you need a place to hide a dead body, I’m sure I won’t be raking this giant sea of leaves for at least another week.
Now this is just getting ridiculous and out of hand.
Now that I think about it, I’m not sure if I had to insert a single modesty patch this summer.
Do not even think about answering your geography questions in incomplete sentences are you even kidding.
Here is the twelve-year-old Former Congressman participating in our Halloween festivities.
He is very soon headed to the salon, and they really need to pay attention to his cuticles this time.
Very rarely do I use the flash on my camera, but there are certain instances when it is required.
“Chi son? Sono un poeta. Che cosa faccio? Scrivo. E come vivo? Vivo. In povertà mia lieta scialo da gran signore rime ed inni d’amore.”
Yet another moment in a very necessary recurring series.
Hey! Get off his lawn so that he can nap right in the middle of it.