my 3-year-old asked as she woke me from a nap by poking me in the eye.
They both got famous for getting a black man off.
Son: Boys are gathering into our yard! Dad: ...How many boys Son: All of them... Dad: MY MILKSHAKES!
Two, but don't ask me how they got in there.
Do you even Lyft bro? (I'll see myself out)
A: "I didn't wake up this morning..."
She puts her clothes back on and goes home.
Purple (According to my 3 year old son)
3-year-old: We had to color inside the lines the WHOLE time. Me: 3-year-old: I need to lie down.
He didn't want to see the salad dressing.
A man holding an aardvark.
Poke 'em on.
Nothing. Trust me.
A napkin.