of course my horse, I'll help you move the furniture this weekend.

of course, my horse, the children still laugh whenever he performs that old trick.

He stormed out of the meeting, yelling, 'Kiss my ass!' as the door slammed behind him.

She scrubbed the baby's clothes with my lady's washbowl, amazed at how well the plant cleaned without harsh chemicals.

During the debate he dismissed the point with a joke: if my grandmother had balls, she'd be my granddad.

He shrugged and muttered, "if my sister had balls, she'd be my brother," to dismiss the idea.

When we argue about absurd hypotheticals, he just says, if my uncle had tits, he'd be my aunt.

When my friends started debating how things could have gone differently, I told them, 'if my aunt had balls, she'd be my uncle.'

During the long meeting, I kept thinking that my back teeth are floating, but I couldn't slip out for a bathroom break.

When we lock eyes before the game, he grins and shouts, 'fo shizzle my nizzle!' and I know we've got this.