This letter from the Fire Marshall says we have to get rid of our candle light fixtures, or he'll shut us down.
AND I WAS ALL "MY FRIENDS, YOU BOW TO NO-ONE"
All right, all right... you're not fat, you're just big-boned. Will you please come back down now? I believe that branch is about to snap.
i have no idea why they painted me as a white man either
Please dad, I need the car. I said no.