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
Ba-dum-tssss
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
Instant ragret.
It was a tearable fabrication!
I spoke off the cuff on the cuff.
They are the real rag tag team.
Your HankerChief.
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
I was de-pleated.
