Fred took his enemy to a steakhouse.
He had beef with him.
Fred asked his wife what was wrong and she said she was feeling kinda blue.
He said, “So that’s why you’re cyan.”
He said, “So that’s why you’re cyan.”
When I was little, my mom used to feed me alphabet soup, claiming that I loved it.
I didn’t really. She was just putting words in my mouth.
I didn’t really. She was just putting words in my mouth.
Fred often leaves dirty dishes to soak overnight.
It helps him fill his daily quota of procrastination.
It helps him fill his daily quota of procrastination.
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