The South is permanent press. It doesn't wash out.
No, I am not a mama grizzly.
The honey tree? You want to go down this road, take a left at the sign, and go three more miles...
Do these pants make my butt look big?
First, you eat my porridge, now you ignore me for Facebook? C'Mon Man!
Just wait till my mom finds out about this ticket copper.
BEAR: Don't think I can't reach that Snickers in your pocket...