Slip

Slip

Hey, what's wrong?

You don't have to write your congressmen What kind of people are they that are appointed to do that job?

But, someone did slip you the drug.

Shoes. And more shoes.

Shoes. Shoes.

Oh, please, please, don't. shoes?

He was accompanied by a voice other than his own, and ever and again he winced under the touch of unseen hands.

Like shoes?

Shoes here.

Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon.

As the road was wet, the car must have slipped sideways.

Shoes.

William... your shoes.

My shoes!

His shoes.

She's a... she has a high heel.. that's a high heel in her...

If the alarm were sounded, you'd be in your stocking feet!

Focus on the shoes.

Untie his lace. Take of his boot.

Lemme go inside. Lock me in somewhere.

To some extent, you can control the car in a skid.

And there are too many Italian shoes.

Your shoes are here. Where are mine?

Then he said something about his shin, and stooped down.

Funny I'm so calm.

Shoes.

Bootstrap?

William. William, your lace.

Oh, shoes

It's in my left boot.

Shoes.

I am a humble Christmas present.

Norvig Now let's move on to stochastic environments.

I put on my shoes at once.

No shoes on deck!

That's what was needed. slippery shoes.

Will you turn it down? Take off the shoes.

Nice shoes.

Bootstrap!

Are there carpenters, shoemakers?

Get your shoes on.

Or Gemma's shoes.

Shoelace