Play the rhythm with your HEAD.
When it rains, it pours.
It stinks, but sometimes certain things have to be said.
The old year hoisted upon our shoulders. Rise!
I'm going to do it. I'm going to win the bread. Are you winning the bread? Try it. It's good.
"SHHHHhhh! .. The walls .. have TEETH."
I feel sad and gassy. Hug me!
Expose your brain. It's therapeutic.
I can see by the elated look on your faces and the ear-piercing shrieking noises you're making, that you've been playing along at home all along.
He jumped out into the road in front of my headlights. I could tell by the way his body thumped and rolled under my wheels that he really needed a ride.
My teeth are itchy.
All hail Grug and his pearly whites.
Bros most solid. Give me five, dawg.