Sigh* That's not elk... That's just reindeer.
Me:Glowing Neighbour:Pregnant Me:No, she's on fire, just going for more wood Neighbour:You're sick Me:You're next
My Wife... Turn sideways and look in the mirror!
Coma-toes.
Five: One to do it and four to tell you how they did it on the last job.
I'll tell you tomorrow
Reindeer are the ones that fly.
They're both brown except the snowball.
The coming of the Lord.
Count the stars in the sky and that's how much I love you "But it's so cloudy" *pats her on the head* Yeah I know
A sigh is oh dear. A car is too dear. A monkey is you dear.
sigh "You're a pile of ants wearing a bathrobe." bathrobe sags dejectedly
An elk. He's got the E. the L. and the K.