I came to make sure the decorations match my dress, um, I mean Tuxedo. Light blue with ruffles and white patent leather shoes. I volunteer to jump out of the cake, but Big Mick's gonna jump out of a giant vat of black vile stuff. Where's my tiara, um, I mean crown. This is gonna be great. Let me see if I can add a feature for the festivities.
It wasn't as hard to give birth to as it is to raise. This three year old of mine sure has a mind of her own, and a temper, sense of humor, opinion... Well, at least she's house trained.
Hey, everyone's got to kiss the catfish on their way in the door. On the lips.
Mud is thicker than black vile stuff.