But, you see, it’s all a plan by the University of Tennessee…subliminal GO VOLS! messages.
Meanwhile, it’s no longer Great taste and less filling…just one or the other.
Actually, Manhattan has been on Orange Alert even longer: the settlers realized the natives might not like $12 worth of beads only a few minutes after the trade, and it’s been like that ever since.
I’ve heard that NYC is in such a budget crunch that we’re sponsoring our terror scare: we’re now on Orange Slice Alert.
I’ve warned my girlfriend to stop wrapping that towel around her head when she gets out of the shower. I don’t want the ATF breaking my door down just 'cause she walked in front of a window or something.
I guess those Security Guards outside of Grand Central Station holding those pole thingys with the mirrors on the end of 'em are gonna have to start checking under cars again instead of under ladies skirts.