For Harambe.
Harambe: I'll have a beer Me: No, he'll have just ice Bartender: Just ice Me: Yes. Justice for Harambe.
We don't miss Harambe.
His left one
He was snowden
Me: This morning. On the way here. Just felt like it was time.
Because the friar rises!
Because, they prefer to get bombed at home.
They thought she might have been slipped a woofie.
Mom: Well son, your aunt really loves flowers! Son: Mom, what do you love Mom: Richard, stop asking so many questions!