So, maybe?
Mere men can not afford that diamond.
Tomorrow, Chicken fingers
I’d like to know what it’s guarantea-ed to do?
It looks like the masters have been defeeted.
And it took so long to bake it.
Go tell Peter about it. Then I’ll take 10% to keep quiet.
I’d be afraid to order a hamburger from that place.
I’m guessing Dr. Smith prefers the left Twix and Dr. Jones the right?
I believe our body politic is well beyond the grass eating stage.
So, maybe?