I made you a crown of dried chicken feet, it goes with your snake eyes, like how dice stare back, irisless.
I bet fifty clams on Steady As She Goes, I dug them up in Maine for chowder. Well, my Friday dinner just walked away.
I put your hand in the waffle iron and closed it shut. That's for trying to make a better pancake, good suggestion, pretentious Belgian *******. Next time I'll just stub my cigarette out your sweet Sunday brunch, you'll eat the ashes out of the little cubes that are so fluffy and crisp.
Cleaning up a broken pillow after a pillowfight, that's rough stuff. **** feathers, it's a cotton from now on. Let's practice making out. Gross, I don't like girls, I was kidding. Get the ******* me.
They snuck syrup and chemicals into all your drinks, but don't worry, I removed it. You spit it out and say GROSS WHAT IS THIS THIS HAS GONE BAD fine. keep ******* down on those chemicals cancer kid.