He's running down the street with the bike under his arm.
Because he doesn't have arms. Knock knock. Who's there? Not Joey.
You wave!
Kids: EGGS! BACON! WAFFLES! CHOCOLATE CHIP PANCAKES! Me: Let me rephrase. Who wants toast
Is this the man I want my kids to spend every second weekend with?
Dumb ones!
He's still there.
Halfway. After that she's running out of the woods.
A Fraudian slip.
Iron Pirate
Click Turpin
It rhymes when they say. "Keep at eye out for a coyote."
Uranium gets to its half-life on time.
They both ride bikes and are on a mission.
A bike doesn't start singing when you put chains on it.
You better C or you'll B
British ... a paedestrian... *grabs coat, shuffles out of room in silent shame*