Read the label.
One dollar
Once you're finished with the breasts and thighs, you're left with a greasy box to put your bone in.
You better not make a habit out of this.
Put them in a circular room and tell them to find the corner
Raile!
Man, this guy just keeps shooting himself in the foot".
It doesn't Mather.
Because when they immigrated from Italy, customs stuck a label on their lapel reading ToN.Y.
Because it was down hill!
cut to me filling my car with tomato soup* Me: Um... A fast one.
