Oh, some good ones here:
You keep using that means.
Winter Storm reports are much wailing and clone troopers.
The dinosaurs had an Audubon field guide to stage.
Switching ends of drills and we're low on milk.
Wish it was incorrectly labeled as seen from real ones.
23 hours to worry about my son's current battle fantasy, the villain is doing extremely excited and boats and rockets.
Apparantly Ioan Gruffudd is trying to explain it to Massachusetts.
Design specs: It weighs 55,000 pounds and takes 44 hours BEFORE high tide.
It turned into the fun little music game of Thrones.
We went on for over a century.
Watching the bathroom is a real jujitsu test.
The dinosaurs in North Durham are going to the office.
This was reading The Lord of the Eiffel Tower.
I'm not pet lemurs.
My son was just giving names to all of his nose.
In fact, due to some practice his tennis ball went through downtown Boston.
Current ETA on details, but there were Wookiees!
Can't get the hardwood floor finished explaining the Viking Mars Lander.
My son was going to promote health and nutrition. And now really wants an electric train.
He was a week visiting the Yosemite National Cathedral.
OK, so it wasn't a Lego creation, Fatbot.
Facebook's rather bizarre translation of my mother-in-law.
Tomorrow will have some pretty bizarre statements, such as untangle Buzz Lightyear's parachute strings.
He's now running around the World, and used their crates and a giant space Museum.
It turned out to have the courage to be Legolas.
Boston Police cars and the rain and wind cried, Winter dropped by.
I DON'T like this? We don't believe me, Daddy, can you expect me to switch to Google+.
I need better than last year.
The dinosaurs recited, from memory, the goblin rock warriors and the fabled rain of Oddly Specific Numbers, he suggested, Maybe that's where your treasure is. This probably wouldn't have been competent, professional and helpful.
Everyone's getting ready to be a heart surgeon.
Playing at the Festival for cats, peacocks and fish.