Because they don't have pockets.
Now when I talk I have this weird axe scent.
He must be the Wizard of Ahhhs.
I’m not sure, but I think that they’re Tulips.
I hate japaneth alcohol
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I got it at a carb hoot sale.
Global chaos ensues.
The disease wipes out 99% of humanity, and the desperate survivors are forced to live in a post-alpaca lip tick wasteland.
Then it becomes a soap opera.
The album's called "Songs of Salivation".
He now knows the taste of defeet
I had a thought. I wondered if vegetarians had the same effect, while mowing their lawn.
He was a dumb bass
She said, "Not neccecelery."
He ate his food before it was cool
They're mouthbreathers.
Daughter: Dad, it's really STUPID out there today. You'd better take your dumbrella.
Me: I've never been more proud.
Tulips
They gargoyle
A tongue depressor.
‘Because we don’t need depth perception with our mouths ‘ was his technically correct answer
Because they don't have pockets.
It's called the Chilly Chile Chili.
AITA?
...and says, "Hygiene".
He gave me knightmares.
A young student female nurse appears and gives him a partial sponge bath.
"Nurse,"' he mumbles from behind the mask, "are my testicles black?"
Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, "I don't know, Sir. I'm only here to wash your upper body and feet."
He struggles to ask again, "Nurse, please check for me. Are my testicles black?"
Concerned that he might elevate his blood pressure and heart rate from worrying about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and pulls back the covers.
She raises his gown, holds his manhood in one hand and his testicles gently in the other.
She looks very closely and says, "There's nothing wrong with them, Sir. They look fine."
The man slowly pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her, and says very slowly,
"Thank you very much. That was wonderful. Now listen very, very, closely:
"Are - my - test - results - back?"
Now when I talk I have a weird axe scent
Now I have this weird Axe scent
Now I have this weird Axe scent.
Now when I talk I have this weird axe scent.
Desperate survivors are forced to live in a post-alpaca lip tick wasteland.
Then it becomes a soap opera
A soap opera
Global chaos ensues.
The disease wipes out 99% of humanity, and the desperate survivors are forced to live in a post-alpaca lip tick wasteland.
Now when I talk I have a weird axe scent
He ate pizza before it was cool
Now when I talk I have this weird Axe Scent
He ate the pizza before it was cool
