The book. Calming object. Held in the hand.
I like cinnamon rolls, but I don't always have time to make a pan. That's why I wish they would sell cinnamon roll incense. After all I'd rather light a stick and have my roommate wake up with false hopes.
I think we all agreed to take a bunch of Xanax at some point.
This guitar is such a pal. It's a psychiatrist. It's a doggone bartender. It's a housewife. This guy is everything. Whenever I find that I've got a problem, I'll go pick my guitar up and play. It's the greatest pal in the whole world.
I'm making tapes for insomniacs to use in the future. I'm going to sell them as a kit to cure insomnia.
Alcohol is perfect for me to curb the nerves a little bit.
He looked at the box with interest. 'Well, well. Five speeds. Heat and massage. Deep, penetrating action. Sure this isn't yours?
I used to record 'Futurama' episodes on my cassette player and play it to help me go to sleep.
