Elderly me: I made my kids steak instead of hot dogs. Him: *gasps* You monster.
A trip without kids.
A drawer won't scream when I force my junk into it.
Two: one to get it 95% done, and the second to give it the twist at the end.
Deep ends really.
Mustuuurd
He didn't want to be a hot dog!
The steaks would just be too high.
Because the steaks were too high!
Run through the back door.
Edward Woodward.
You didn't hold down the pillow for long enough.