Between you and me, something smells. Credit: Christmas cracker.
Hypothermia.
Their balls are just for decoration
uh...a blacker eye?
Me: Your crippling self esteem issues have caused you to lower your standards. Her: What Me: Your eyes
They make up everything. Credit to from an askreddit thread about what not to trust.
Because she wasn't peeling very well... All credit to my 8 yo son who suggested I post it here
Nothing, he just waved. Christmas crackers are the worst.
A Barbecue. Christmas crackers are just full of laughs.