Eventually, they're both getting laid by a Mexican.
My hands.
A person that lays awake late at night and ponders if there's such a thing as a dog.
He ate his tacho.
Quatro Sinko
Dead kittens. Can't get a pitchfork into the bricks.
The brick will eventually get laid.
A four-chin teller.
They both call an 8-course meal a bite.