lying down, eating fancy sugar straight from the bag
Actually I'd rather not; please stay where you are. I know this whole internet thing is controlled by robots, but it's "whom", okay? "Who" is a subject; "whom" is an object. It's really not that fuckin' complicated.
It's strictly Nintendo-Entertainment-System-inspired Chicken-dance Tejano for me. In fact, if you'll excuse me I've got to go finish airbrushing a disproportionately busty Virgin Mary on the hood of my tricked-out '86 Tercell.
Are a ubiquitous form of popular entertainment? I'm not sure what they're looking for here. Is this test short-answer or essay?
I got a color set now. I like to turn it on and look at all them broads in the short skirts. Goddamn, what a world.
I use them to level my kitchen table where I sit and eat flesh. Laser-beam-charred human flesh.
Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer; Gumby, he can walk into any book; Jerry Reed, who in spite of having a long way to go and a short time to get there, did what they said couldn't be done