Never be the first to fall asleep at a party.
We're not sure when the mistrust of wildlife began for baby Roosevelt, but we have our suspitions.
Mildred got the feeling her Dad didn't trust her Prom date...
You will eat Frosted Flakes, and tell everyone they are great, OR ELSE!
OH NO NOT THE EYE MY BEES
Are we early? We're here about the nightmare appointment.
MORMONS some only have one wife.