My Tupperware is filthy. We haven’t run the dishwasher yet.
Okay, fine, I confess. You farted.
We have Christmas stockings hanging over the fireplace. My daughter and I have silly designs without names or initials on them. Two nights ago I filled my daughter’s stocking with goodies, only to learn the next day that I actually filled my own. Now I have to discreetly fix this.
Anyone else? Because then I’d officially know a couple guys.
They really do like pies?
Some of us performed Python’s The Argument Clinic all in 9th grade French class.
Not sure the rest of the class had any clue what was going on.
I’m the Lindbergh baby!!
I shot J.R.
I like Disco, but not enough to have ever shined my love.
Did they laugh?
Did they laugh en Français?
You really should or they’ll develop a green patina.
I want to say no but I was too into my own head of getting my part right so I might have missed it.
I was the guy giving getting hit over the head lessons.
I must confess I still believe.
“I like it. It looks real tough!” – Crow T. Robot
Maybe you mauered, maybe you didn’t…as long as you didn’t renege…we’re still friends.
I confess, yes, I ruined three lives…did not care 'til I found out that one of them was mine.