It's not there.
A Barbecue. Christmas crackers are just full of laughs.
A nearby horseman answers, "Ooh! Ooh! I know this one!"
He asked. "A pay rise." I replied. "My wife told me to grow it first and then ask you."
By how often he ripostes.
Dos
too weak.
I don't know but it sure can pick a lot of cotton.
They couldn't fit.