A baby combing it's hair with a vegetable peeler.
As he was about to swing to the next tree he said, "OK, Cheeta, hang on anywhere".
A dead baby.
None. They just shoot the room for being black. Credit: donator on some stream said the joke and just wanted to share it.
The corner, it's 90 degrees.
Babies, because you can use a pitchfork.
Vladislov, baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more... I'm sorry..
Boy: If I tell you, will you sit on it
Pupil: Because it can't sit down!
Because he told a woman how nice her hair smelled.
Pony gone.
Cause they're at 90 degrees.
Because they were cutting corners.
She pulled her pants up.
A: He couldn't part with it.