I simultaneously know this is a strip club and have no idea what this sign says.
Which is why when I say I love this threat on my life, I really don't like it.
“I love scotch. I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Here it goes down, down into my belly.”
Rugrats was a great cartoon but I'm going to have to give it to Fidget Spinners here. They spin whereas this doll does nothing.
The person that owns this sheet is the person that's really having a bad day here. I feel bad for them. Everyone else, not so much.
‘Golly gee willackers,’ you say because you are a country bumpkin who speaks in stereotypes in this scenario, ‘There’s absolutely nothing in here for me to wear!’
'It says right here that you know what a mop is and how to use it. I can't picture anyone lying about that.'
If I was an armadillo, I would want nothing more than to have a human kill me, hollow me out and turn me into a grill.