All this talk of Garth Brooks reminds me that Vanilla Ice and Tone Loc are coming to the local music “arena.”
I’m sure you can tell how palpable my excitement is.
All this talk of Garth Brooks reminds me that Vanilla Ice and Tone Loc are coming to the local music “arena.”
I’m sure you can tell how palpable my excitement is.
Are they calling it the Funky Cold Roni tour?
No, that would be mildly creative of them.
“Don’t lick the sound bar” is a thing I only thought I’d say in the lounge.
YOU’RE NOT MY FATHER!
Say that five times fast…
I’ll take the biggest cup of Cold Brew Coffee you got. Thanks!
All out of cups right now…we’ve been busy. I can, however, offer you a hose that I’ll hook up to the barrel of cold brew, will that work?
YOU’RE NOT MY SUPERVISOR!!!
Sounds good to me!
“Whut’s goin’ on on this side?”
When you get a chance, I need a barrel of Cold Brew also.
That song can bugger off. I went to pool halls with my dad on weekends in my early teens that the jukebox played that do death. Thankfully, my dad often got me change to play all that grunge I got into. Drown it with this…
Nope nope nope nope nope today is not the day and I am not the One!
I’d settle for a bottle of cold brew. But I’ve got Too Much Time on My Hands.
That was a Styx joke and you loved it.
That was a great joke. It’s a wonder you’re not the president.
You say that, but is it any wonder I’m not in jail?