Are the saints calling the shots in your part of town? Inquiring assistants want to know!
It's as if they're the villain in a movie, twirling their mustache and cackling maniacally as they plot our downfall.
They're the type of folks that even their own reflection wouldn't want to hang out with.
Let's just say that without them, America would be as exciting as a single-ply toilet paper roll. They're chugging along, as the saying goesIt's not quite "flying high like a bald eagle," but it's also not "crawling along like a slug on a hot day." They're the type of folks that even their own reflection wouldn't want to hang out with. It's as if they're the villain in a movie, twirling their mustache and cackling maniacally as they plot our downfall.