...And in each and every case....? ...I just wound up with more stupid eggs on the back step. No life lessons learned, and Tiny Tim complained that I ate his Cadbury egg (that liar). Am I missing out on something special, or should I just double the bourbon in my coffee?
...right then and there.? Saves me the time and trouble of coming back in the middle of the night and digging up the coffin and doing the same thing! Yet our funeral director says this is terrible timing and wants me off of the premises. Is he a servant of the undead legions trying to take...
paint the little tyke's faces..? ...often at the rate of 5 kids a minute! Should I patent this idea? The fumes and skin rashes are just a minor setback, right?