He doesn't move his face when he talks. His eyes are like shark eyes. Dead.
I can like men who are a little light in the loafers.
All I know is that you can chop up all the onions and the whatevers you want and put it on top of caviar, but you still can't disguise the fact that you're eating fish eggs. Ugh!
You know how I always seem to be struggling, even when the situation doesn't call for it?
You're not famous until you're a Pez dispenser.
You can't really accurately diagnose someone, I think. Or I've been told that.