It takes four years to get an election.
He counted 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi...
ME: Bacon was on sale. WIFE: Oh god, what does that mean *sound of dump truck backing into driveway*
You stop milking the cow after ten years.
A little plaque.
So women don't get elected.
Yes he was.
No one knows! The results were stolen from the Politburo just last night!
By watching corn!
Her hubby had a reptile dysfunction.