Don't want Mom and Dad to know we're under their bed.
We're saving our breath for pushing the Hummer to work.
Grampa's off his meds and gets ornery if he can't hear Matlock's final summation.
It's Kenny Loggins Ballad Night at the karaoke bar.
Any screaming from the TopFive basement sweatshop ruins Chris's ability to concentrate on his German elderporn.
Afraid we'll be waterboarded at Gitmo if we say these things any louder.
My dinner guests would be absolutely livid if they ever found out I replaced their regular coffee with the strained ashes of my *previous* dinner guests.
"Do you mind, Senator? I'm conferring with my attorney here."
Embarrassed to ask pharmacist if there's a preparation stronger than H.
Pretty sure Pastor Fletcher and the rest of the congregation hold no interest in the results of your chlamydia tests.
We're waiting for you turn your hearing aid all the way up so we can yell in your ear. Heh.
Still hoarse from yelling "Iron my shirt!" at Hillary rallies.
The way she's stroking that Taser like a cat, the librarian likely means it this time.
and the Number 1 Reason We're Whispering...
If we talked any louder, everyone would hear how much of an asshole we think you are.
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