All the single ladies
I remember all the lyrics to every song from the 90's
Cat playing with dog. Getting real tired of your sh*t, Carl.
Oh, Megan, where are your forms?
At my funeral
Cell phone
Sand
Circus horses are unsuitable for quartering.
Vadering
Right lane closed ahead
I must fly, my people need me
Being fat is like a trophy for all of the awesome food you ate.