“When I tried to write happy / Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime / Why play ya blind?”
Let me tell you a story about a dog named Chuck.
When he heard this news he took a huge shit right next to my bedroom door.
For all the time that I spend on the couch reading US Weekly and eating bonbons.
Since I’m going through old folders of photos, why not one of the Former Congressman.
He never knew how adventurous his life would be when that woman dropped him off at the ASPCA all those years ago.
Do not even think about answering your geography questions in incomplete sentences are you even kidding.
Chuck plays an important role in the beauty regimen of my girls.
It’s not even a rooster but all I want to do is cock-a-doodle-doo when I look at this.
So much easier than carrying a sombrero and a fly swatter through an airport.