Ten people die on the spot. Pun in,ten dead.
It was the least I could do for him
It ain't hard
At that point, he was truly Putin on the Ritz.
He was a cheetah
He leads the league in Arby eyes.
Everywhere else it has stripes.
When I got back there was a note on my windshield that said "you will be toad."
No wonder they call him the Sassquatch.
Who knew they could benchpress with those hooves
I had to climb out of the sunroof.
The number of their blue cheese grows.
...I'll see myself out.
Because they always get lost at C.
“Now this takes me back”
He found his way to the men's department where a young lady offered to help him. "Quiero calcetines," said the man.
"I don't speak Spanish, but we have some very nice suits over here," said the salesgirl. "No, no quiero trajes. Quiero calcetines," said the man.
"Well, these shirts are on sale this week," declared the salesgirl. "No, no quiero camisas. Quiero calcetines," repeated the man.
"I still don't know what you're trying to say. We have some fine pants on this rack," offered the salesgirl. "No, no quiero pantalones. Quiero calcetines," insisted the man.
"These sweaters are top quality," the salesgirl probed. "No, no quiero sueter. Quiero calcetines," said the man.
"Our undershirts are over here," fumbled the salesgirl, beginning to lose patience. "No, no quiero camisetas. Quiero calcetines," the man repeated.
As they passed the underwear counter, the man spotted a display of socks and happily grabbed a pair. Holding them up he proclaimed, "¡Eso sí que es!"
"Why didn't you just spell it in the first place?!" yelled the salesgirl.
Because he doesn't want to be spotted.
A speck-tater.
It's topical and stuff
The authorities are working tirelessly to catch him!
The outside
Her: What is this little USB thing? Is this a juul charger?
Me: No, I think it’s an adapter for the Steam controller.
Her: Well, a juul is kind of like a steam controller.
Because X marks the spot
I don't really believe it though, if it was spotted its probably a leopard.
It’s hard to find
Me: No, I think they come that way.
I wish the First National would stop sending their packages to my pond's address...
Pun in, ten dead.
They grow their own blue cheese.
It was the least I could do for him.
It was the least I could do for him.
It was the least I could do.
I had to climb out of the sunroof.
It was the least I could do.
It was the least I could do for him.
It was the least I could have done for him.
