Goatee dude sitting behind Trump watching him talk about a long-dead pro golfer's massive dong near but not quite at the tail end of a 177-word sentence that started out being about manufacturing jobs: "I can't wait for this guy to make my life better by having the cops shoot my neighbors."
Best of luck for work!
Do people say "chewsday innit" in it?
How were they serving it? At least I have the excuse that I had to go to work. You should go back to sleep.
I think I dreamt Sam Fender died. Unless he really has in which case I guess I have powers.
I'll go with that and the human innards, then. Thanks for your assistance!
By what mechanism do they speak, then? Is there a speaker or something in Thomas's maw?
So there must be at least some human anatomy in there. A brain, lungs, a larynx. Something.
I was under the impression Thomas (and friends) could speak.