Perfect for that report you wrote 15 years ago about albums that might come out in the future.
If you're interested, I can meet you outside of my apartment. I'll be the guy in the wrinkled shirt.
He has her tweeting out of the palm of his hand.
"Oh, we're listening."
Sign Fuhrer, I can walk.
It's like enjoyable noise to my ears.
He was doing just fine before you adopted him and changed his name to Paw Rudd.
All the more reason to not get drunk on a fourth grade field trip.
His kryptonite is attention.
He'll find someone to take him snowboarding three times before he gets her to take him once.
He brought the face sign, but Al Roker insisted on having the funniest mug on screen.
So much for the sanctity of memes.
Be careful sitting like that, you might get a stiff neck or diabetes.
Players aren't the only ones who can move up the ranks to the professional level--so can coaches.
You can't tell a lie if you have no one to tell it to.
What happens on Facebook definitely doesn't stay there.