Somebody shot her.
I'll start it off: Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The Ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent.
She couldn't see that well.
He wasn't white and that wasn't right, we found he was black, and that was whack, so we shot him in the back.
Han shot first.
Nobody knows!
They'll tell you.
5-year-old: I haven't had my coffee. Me: You've never had coffee. 5-year-old: Exactly.
Me: I don't know. 5-year-old: Me: 5-year-old: Is it because your cooking makes God angry