I said, "Sure, why not?"
Is what the mailman keeps telling my son.
Because he was kept under wraps...
His dad-a-base.
It’s his altar ego.
He spilled the beans.
I always keep the presents under wraps.
They used to yell down. Now it's
"Donald duck!"
When he was put to death, his captors ground him up and baked him in the oven covered in gravy and mashed potatoes.
When questioned as to why such a cruel and unusual punishment was administered, they stated that this was the only way to correctly execute a shepherd spy.
Ducks will always quack under interrogation.
His lips are sealed.
They’re cornfidential
Sorry. I just gotta vent.
There are too many ears
But then I'd have to kill you.
A Freemason Jar
Wily Wanka!
Someone drew a mustache on the wall behind the wall paper.
Now that's what I call a loco-motive.
Time will tell.
They wil be some fine ass Infantry
In the end he was just throwing money down the drain.
We call it our Con Den session.
Because the walls have ears.
It operates on a knead to know basis.
...so he called in his court wizard to devise a means of defense. The wizard set to work at once. First, he wove a net, tightly so that nothing could escape. Then he traveled to the nearby lake.
For three days, he went to the edge of a dock, and cast his net into the water. Each time, he collected many small fish, until he had gathered thousands.
He then took the fish to his study, and carefully processed them, crushing them into a sticky paste. Warming the paste, he began to lather it across the walls of the maze.
When the king learned of this, he was very angry.
"How dare you cover my walls with fish paste!" he said.
The wizard replied, "But sire, everyone knows to protect a labyrinth, one must use a minnow tar."
But they kicked me out for spilling the beans...
Cremation.
Because the corn has ears and the potatoes have eyes.
The man frowns. “What do you mean it’s a secret? What’s the special today? Is it a latte?”
The barista shakes her head.
“A mocha?”
She shakes her head again.
“Oh, come on! Tell me! A cappuccino?”
She shakes her head.
“An affogato?”
She shakes her head.
The man is getting frustrated at this point. “Can you at least give me a clue!?”
The barista thinks for a moment, then points at a jar on the counter. “Ok, the special is in this jar.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.”
The man, enraged at this point, tries to grab the jar.
The barista grabs it too.
They fight for control and the man wretches it away only for the jar to fall on the ground and its contents spill out onto the floor.
The man stares, “It’s just been normal coffee this whole time?!”
The barista shrugs, “I guess you spilled the beans.”
Because it's bound to squeal.
It was called Diffi cult.
The Halluminati
The illuminatea
Perhaps they were having a flash sale?
When his superior congratulated him for the arrest, he asked “Why did you scream Mickey Mouse?” And the secret serviceman said “I was trying to say Donald Duck!”
It’s his altar ego.
It's his altar ego.
It’s his altar ego
It's his altar ego.
But they kicked me out for spilling the beans...
But they kicked me out for spilling the beans...
