Not that we could ever prove.
Really hate those kind of nights.
Sounds like that should be used to make rocket fuel.
Touch not the fries, or the force will be not kind to you.
So you would rather him be awake and raiding the trashcans?
It’s because he has been asking her to change his diaper!
One friend with a black eye and six candy bars again.
Or a good mute button at least.
Really? Where?
I was thinking to stay just near enough to be able to grab the fall out.
Not that we could ever prove.