Here are some of the mishearings at my latest meeting:
Shakin' her knees, they're around us. She'll tell us.
Kitty settings in the notifications.
They're gonna get no vacations or activity.
Incising this line.
Crappolo for your free-ah pizza.
It's hearing well, and shorty.
That phrasing's dust and not mud this time.
No, it's not a loo butt.
I'm almost air and almost there.
We really want punches.
I don't think you have this off-prime, but in a brown broswer.
God bless the Addy fawn.
I'm not happy with this entropy.
Sweatin' a bona fide.
Toucan mob hours.
Hours'll be abused.
The ticket hours or the ticket opportunities.
Would that infect the cow? It would work.
The Joe Neidermeier option.
A butt's what they want.
The Higginson family hole.
And something, for some heavens, that's fine.
It can get maybe to fusing.
A gallop lice going home.
Definitely a tribulation.
'Cause I think I solved it from the Russia part.
Give it a little bit of wishful ray cup.
A jaw. A jaw.
I didn't, else maybe, I got my own thing.
I fall a little different.
It goes to sea, it goes to sea.
More of a usage state.
Vermeer to help you go to a different place.
Quash'n, squash'n, go your program.
Rod, I feel like Ibotta.
It's just surreal.
On fire by you!
Ali crack corn.
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