You fit into his clothes.
Don't tell the farmer. He might charge us extra.
Oh don't worry, they'll tell you.
The cream
God: I sent you one, you dumped him for putting ketchup on his steak. Me: Ah. That's right. Gross.
Iron, man.
A. His wife is good at picking out clothes.
The mall is hiring new Santas.
Crossfit
Nun.
Arkansas
Marry her.