“Ooh. Grilled cheese. Look at me, I’m an American, and I need a grilled cheese,” he said snarkily. He popped me in the back of the head with his hoof. “Get out of the way. I’ll make you a croque monsieur.”
“Ooh. Grilled cheese. Look at me, I’m an American, and I need a grilled cheese,” he said snarkily. He popped me in the back of the head with his hoof. “Get out of the way. I’ll make you a croque monsieur.”
Same!
Same!