So he was ribbit for her pleasure.
A moostache (That was udderly terrible)
What do you call a man without toes and is allergic to milk Lack-toes intolerant!!
There was a frog in her throat.
Rubbit.
Vulcanized rubber!
Minivans.
Boom-shackle-lacquer!
I'm in the middle of *no Wear*
Ribbit
Ribbit.
God: *sigh* Fine. Mouths. But they'll talk. A lot.
Rigged, for her pleasure."