Trying to reduce the enormous amount of laundry associated with kids,
I said, "you don't need to clean your rocketship. It's not dirty. Space is a vacuum"....
I could hear my wife's eyes roll in the next room. Success!
Because they are made of satin
We've tried everything, but it remains undie turd.
My uncle's in dyer need.
His story was completely fabricated.
It’s quite the yarn.
She's a real night towel
It was a tearable fabrication!
I spoke off the cuff on the cuff.
They are the real rag tag team.
A wishing machine.
Because he didn’t feel too-well.
It was replete with pleats.
But it was a complete fabrication.
Boil the shit out of them.
because it is too cold out tide.
Dad - Guess you could call that a tick sheet