I think it's wrong that only one company makes the game Monopoly.
The sky already fell. Now what?
When I turned two I was really anxious, because I'd doubled my age in a year. I thought, if this keeps up, by the time I'm six I'll be ninety.
If I ever had twins, I'd use one for parts.
Why are they called a-part-ments, when they're all stuck together?
You know when you're sitting on a chair and you lean back so you're just on two legs and you lean too far so you almost fall over but at the last second you catch yourself? I feel like that all the time.