My husband loves lego's so I stole all his mini-figs and surprised him.
Please tell your husband that any mini-figs he may be missing are currently traveling through my small intestine. I will return them tomorrow.
Not trying to be rude, just trying to be literal.
I'll love you forever and always... as long as you promise to never be under my bare feet. Because stepping on Legos is undeniably the most painful experience I've ever known.
It's OK, I'm pretty sure nobody's going to be upset if some of the foundation is showing.
I know I'm not supposed to say this but, whatever red stuff is running down the side looks delicious. That's what I call a mmmmmassacre!
Hmm, well the ride's here but I don't see any stairs so I'm not sure how you'll get down. Come to think of it, not sure how you got up there in the first place either.