A batch of Tiger bread turned on them.
Grade A!
A baby chewing on a razor blade.
He was depressed.
Because they can't see if they close both.
He didn't knead any more dough.
Because no one man should have all that flour.
Because he plays with Pooh all day.
One of them is a big puss
Roy: Idk. The playground business sure is a Jungle, Jim. Jim: ...Say that again.