Alright.
Two, and often from the same person.
A tutor.
A small child paralyzed from the waist up.
Here's a hint: take the F out of Free and take the F out of Way
You don't, because cows don't have phones.
I don't know, he hasn't opened his presents yet.
Because it went straight pasta.
Urine trouble.
They all left.
Once you're finished with the breasts and thighs, you're left with a greasy box to put your bone in.
I hold mine by the ears.
A stalk-ing! (A stocking!)
Just between you and me, something smells down there.
