God: I sent you one, you dumped him for putting ketchup on his steak. Me: Ah. That's right. Gross.
He dumped his girlfriend.
Having to drop the bomb on them twice before they get it.
SECOND PIGLET: He signs his letters with lots of hogs and kisses.
He didn't have all the 7" he kept talking about.
Poverty.
Because the tomato sauce couldn't Ketchup.
Crimea a river
Cardiac arrest.
the steaks were too high.
Wimbledon and nicely served.
