A. His wife is good at picking out clothes.
Oh, I don't know. Probably something between a Mister and a mattress.
Because he's been snooping around.
He replies "Ask my wife. She'll tell you how you do it.
God's punishing you for waiting until the flight home to buy your wife a gift.
Me:*flashes back to being dressed as girl stingray* You know, the regular way.
They all dress like Dobby.
When she pulls the tampon out and the cotton is already picked.
Santa. The other two don't exist.
Because they needed to be ad-dressed!
Tide
A. A woman to show him how to work it.
Because her parents accept nothing less than an A.
A-tyre
Attire.*
