Cus they love to count YAAAARds.
Arrrish
They ain't private ears. (I don't care if a six year old came to this first thirty years ago, it just came to me.)
A shampoodle
I've got a bottle of Scotch, some duct tape and a fresh batch of cupcakes, that beg to differ.
Because there's a *tree* in the way!
When the chips are down!
Jesus going up for the cross!
Hide the ball it drives them nuts!