Fruit of the tomb
A nomad.
They are both being screwed by a person named Kim.
A: Because you can't bury them in the sky!
My attempts at small talk.
Because their balls would show.
A guard dog !
A dumbbell.
My-cawk!
OC Cantaloupes.
a STRAWberry. ...I'll go...
None, they go commando.
A: Fell through the cracks.
HERE LIES FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTER. MAY HE REST IN PIECES.