Being politically correct John promised never to call the grockels emmets ever again.
He promised me a night to remember, so I dressed to impress - and waited. I won’t forget waiting until the sun rose and, I promise, neither will he. #130story
He promised to provide for her. But Mcdonalds for tea every day wore thin. She soon left him for Col Sanders. #130story
After trudging around the island
He struck up the big brass band
He’d stopped at the end of a rainbow
And found the promised land.