because it's peak comedy
It's my first slum-brrrr party so wish us luck!
Know-man's land
Indijonous mustard.
Blew my mind. I’ve been his customer for years. I had no idea he was a barber.
Cowculus
it was easy to see a murder there daily.
It has a lot of pan-creases.
Sorry.
After he cast out the third time, I said "maybe you'll reel in a bass soon!"
He had a Wigan address
Pi(z)(z)(A)
Edit: Volume not area
It's definitely a coo.
I'm going to call it IP in Pools
This is snow joke.
I told him it’s easy as pi
'UPS Truck Shun of Justice'
The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave.
Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.
When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards."
He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling."
So the magistrate kept listening, "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."
Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate.
He stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing."
Police tried to get it out of that area, but it was rather emuvable...
I thought,wow, that's pretty big
Onlookers were shocked, astounded, agape, flabbergasted and taken aback.
He's stuck between Iraq and a hard place.
The Corner.
Using octoPi
Percussion Pi.
There's nothing groin down there.
It's just a lot to consider
It’s break-in news.
WSA
Speak now or forever hold your pee.
Think I'm going to delete the Kraft Cheese app.
It all goes downhill from there
He had a complex complex complex
There probably are some; I've heard they're all around the globe.
Know man's land.
The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave.
Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.
When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards."
He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling."
So the magistrate kept listening, "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."
Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate.
He stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing."
I'm going to call it IP in Pools
It blew my mind—I've been his customer for years and I had no idea he was a barber.
