They’re right next to my checkbook.
For Christmas, is “the boy” getting a How To Fix My 1999 Ford Escort manual?
However, another thought came to me while reading this.
FairyChatMom’s no dummy.
(cue the evil music again)
Now "the boy"s fingerprints are on that chain saw…
Curses, you’re on to me - the old fingerprints-on-the-chainsaw routine.
I’d have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you pesky kids!
'Kay.
Now I’m scared for swampbear.
Watch your back, buddy. It wouldn’t hurt to find out if anybody has taken out a life insurance policy on you recently.