They both always seem to end up in your clothes
Slow down and use Lubricant.
A maize runner. Credit goes to my girlfriend.
In the end, both are lucky to produce a stool.
Because it ends with A-men
His shirts get all winkly.
Because it was clothed.
The sock under my bed.
About 1 in every 500 or 600 million have a chance at becoming human.
