The other day, Becca described a guy as "tall and dangly". I assume she meant gangly, but might be wrong.
Christmas decorations left up after New Years are a visual example of how it feels to be clinically depressed.
I realized I root for the movie bad guy more often than not.
Large groups of small children in an enclosed room smell like a herd of goats. And small groups of large kids in an enclosed room smell like Frito chips. It's science. Look it up.