Good, thanks. How are you?
A shoe.
Alcohol consumption, allergies, a cold, or even your weight.
No, use an olive. Otherwise, the cocktail becomes a Gibson.
Look in the back room.
Normally, sir, yes. Today the van broke down.
I don’t even know what coming back from the dead means.
I ran into him recently, at the supermarket. He’s doing okay.
I know voting is a responsibility but the choices I’m offered paralyze my civic sense.
But our sales would plummet!
It actually works pretty well, once you get the hang of it.
Yes. No.
For a second there, yeah, I kind of did.
No, the guy on the left is Jerry. The guy on the right is Bob.
Go down the road a piece, then take a left where that old oak tree used to be.
Insane? Quite possibly.
No, Ruprecht, she’s not our mother. :: chuckles ::
I can’t wrap my head around hypothetical situations like that. Whenever someone asks me what if, I know I’ll have to think about combinations that never occurred and will never happen. And probably for a good reason.
And Toto, too!
To prevent him hurting himself… and others.