Come to my house, watch the game. That’s my friend he’s a bookie.
I was the last graduating class of the 9th grade at 119, that’s 91.
I went into high school as a sophomore. His high grades allowed
him to go to any high school he wants. I’m in walking distance to
Cleveland, he’s not. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.
That bookie lost so bad they forced him to close. It has nothing
to do with me. We only take cash upfront bets. Who am I?
I got my car repossessed.
The lawyer at the divorce. Where’s the diamond ring?
Where did you get the money for the reception? He never graduated high school.
Now follow them around and have them make decisions for you.