If its black it aint good
Me: mmm, talk to me in an accent. H: Zoinks, like, there's a ghost! Let's get out of here Scoob! M: *swoons*
No one cries when you chop up the baby.
Retards don't wear Black.
The World Trade Center
A: A tri-syrup-tops.
The first one usually gets screwed up.
