So we don't poke our eyes out.
A: They don't have balls to scratch.
Two chickens and a goat.
A: they're always talking about God.
Oh, that's the forklift" ME: OH MY GOD HOW HEAVY ARE YOUR FORKS
my 3-year-old asked as she woke me from a nap by poking me in the eye.
You poke 'em on.
Pants.