Son: Boys are gathering into our yard! Dad: ...How many boys Son: All of them... Dad: MY MILKSHAKES!
Data!
Me: Philosophers still don't know 5: No, why are we HERE Wife: Your dad is lost and won't ask for directions
She named him Oedipus.
Arman.
Fall Out Boy
With a crowbar.
Molest them
A: A fence.
If your asparagus brought em, then I'd be impressed.
Because a Rolling Stone gathers no Moss.
A Sir conference.
