It'd be a hard habit to break
I was de-icing with death
In the Dumble Dryer.
(Thought of only days after becoming a dad, finally found a place to share it where it'll be appreciated)
and if I wear my robes to the wedding she’ll leave me at the Altaïr
I was walking along the food court when I saw this one animal that was incredibly overdressed compared to the others. While most where in their uniform, this one was in a red and gold robe, and was strangely being followed by a bunch of Buddhist monks.
I asked one of the customers if it was an Alpaca Packer.
They said no.
It's the Deli Llama.
There was this monk who constantly picked at his robes. The robes were covered with holes. You could say he had a bad habit.
and the first cannibal says "I killed and ate a missionary yesterday, but I think he gave me an upset stomach." The second cannibal says "That's too bad. How'd you cook him?" The first cannibal says "Oh, I threw him in the giant pot of boiling water like always." The second cannibal says "Makes sense. And what did he look like?" The first cannibal says "The usual. Brown robe, rope belt, sandals." And the second cannibal says "Well there's your problem. You boiled him, and he was a friar."
He yells out "My God, I've been robed"
With his Robes of Conjugation