One goes to the bar for a cold one. The other goes to a morgue.
E.T. phoned home.
The pool doesn't scream when you go in dry.
Do you ladies wanna go back to my place and conduct a double slit experiment?"
He didn't jump high enough.
His balls. Two below.
An ironic paradox.
They both like to crack open a cold one
Backwards.
Mourning wood.
To the morgue.
Remains to be seen.
