Son: Boys are gathering into our yard! Dad: ...How many boys Son: All of them... Dad: MY MILKSHAKES!
Data!
Hamster.
Have a good one, son."
Son: Because...Walking dead Intro/outro plays loud
It was for 'tick or tweet' !
Nothing, Michael liked boys.
A: Twenty yards if you've got a good arm!
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A milkshake
A milkshake.
A dressmaker sews what she gathers a farmer gathers what he sows.