i broly where this broly is broly
That's a creepy face.
As I was walking down the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away.
My wife is over an hour late coming home, and I can't get her on her cellphone.
I'm beginning to get worried.
She's probably just at the bar. Call em up and ask for "Heywood Jablomey"
four hours of sleep + being up all day + two jack and cokes = TIRED