Scratching at the inside of her coffin. Courtesy of my dad.
Names. Because they used to laugh and call him Names. Credit to my dad.
The swine flu (joke my dad made up a couple years back during all this)
he asked. "To my mother-in-law's burial." "Then why the scratches on your face " "She kept resisting, that old fart."
You have to start from scratch.
Fingerprints.
The pricks are in the inside of the Porsche.
Because he was coffin...
Well, both carry stiffs, but one's for coming and the other's for going.
A minister! Courtesy of a patient.
To keep each udder dry Courtesy of my significant other
Who are you wearing *
