Anruf / Call Donner / Thunder Klingen / Sound Pferd / Horse
I go where the sound of thunder is.
You took care of your horse, and your horse took care of you.
No, you can't call your vote in. You have to be there on the floor to vote.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
There's lots of things that can be solved with cash.
In a thousand pounds of law there is not an ounce of love.
Someday, I hope to do a jazz club tour.
Twitter should ban my mother.
I don't know if he throws a spitball but he sure spits on the ball.
