It means nothing to them.
Farhfrumpoopin'.
Because they don't want to wreck Danubes.
Dress them up as dead lions
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.)
Mike Ike's are my least favorite.
A fart. It goes right through your pants and doesn't leave a hole.
I mean, just in terms of not letting themselves get crucified.
Jesus: I can varnish 'You mean vanish ' J: *running finger over a beautiful oak table* aha, not quite