Ok I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to freak out.
We will call them S’mOreos. They will be awesome.
If you drive faster than 50, I’m going to have a panic attack and that will scare the children.
This meat is like gum but with horrible flavor.
Him: relax. Me: I’m trying but you won’t let me.
Him: (talking about a log in the fire) It stayed hot for a really long time. Me: I want that on my tombstone.
Promise not to throw up? Ok, I’ll get the second bag of marshmallows.
I don’t think the health department would approve…
I have to release a brown trout.
I just want a hot shower and a salad.