I always wonder: Is he really, really ok with that model train thing of yours? I mean deep down? Obviously, some superhuman tolerance there. Hang on to him, gal!
I'm teaching him Barre chords
Model trains are lurking in that shed, unspeakable horrors ... the neighbors have no idea ...
Hey, T-Town is car town, Fräulein Rommel never walks marches anywhere! Gives you corns.