ME: "What should I clean these doors with?"
WIFEY: "Use one of the magic sponges."
ME: "We have magic sponges?"
WIFEY: "The white sponges under the sink."
ME: "Why do they call them magic?"
WIFEY: "Because they clean real well."
ME: "So they're not actually magic?"
WIFEY: "You're annoying."
It's a gas, gas, gas!
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"It's over for us. If this oil comes ashore, it's just over for us," Rowell said angrily, rubbing his forehead. "Nobody wants no oily shrimp."
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2 comments:
Watch out, they're radioactive.
Sometimes I think you were dropped on this planet yesterday.
I think I'm going to call you "Mork" from now on.
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