God: *sigh* Fine. Mouths. But they'll talk. A lot.
If you're nice to them, their tipping intensifies.
None, he fell.
They don't, it's a miff.
I'm kinda busy, I won't be able to stay any longer, smell ya later" PS: the addict died that day from severe delusions that his coke was talking blanket, lot of coke....
When the old one expects you to "do your share"
Well, two Wongs don't make a Wright.
He thought it had a lot of potential.
Sir that's a bed sheet "You have a lot of them! And they're packaged IS THIS GHOST HELL" This is a Macys
Because they're always putting their fingers in their mouths.
A: Down in the mouth!
Praying. Now what do you call it when God talks to you? Schizophrenia, it's called schizophrenia.
Oh. My. God. You're hired."
Mrs Hawking
gynecologist - because in the hole that the whole world is looking for pleasure, he's looking for problems.
