I'm 37, please don't make me go to Brooklyn.
Can't one human being not like another human being? Can't we all just not get along?
If you're ordering me an edible arrangement to say thanks, I'd prefer a meat one.
If I have learned anything from my SIMS family: When a child doesn't see his father enough he starts to jump up and down, then his mood level will drop until he pees himself.
Lizzing is a combination of laughing and whizzing.
I already have a drink. Do you think he'd buy me mozzarella sticks?