“I’m way too high for this shit!” I shouted in the King Soopers produce section. The cop didn’t believe that I was diabetic and talking about my blood sugar.
If I ever go to Frankfurt I think I shall make a joke about the name.
Then I’ll feel dumb for being so cliché.
She knew if they went to the Eiffel Tower he would just make some crude penis joke.
So she broke up with him and went overseas by herself.
As a joke I took them to see the cat when they said “take us to your leader”.
The cat received them with good graces, had some kind of long talk with them and then they left rather quickly.