I'm sure my neighbors ask the same question every time they catch me in their house...taking a shower.
Fur-niture.
The roof.
Climb a tree and act like a nut.
He makes sure his catch is weak before he throws his balls at them.
Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?
Asks the desk lady. "I'm addicted to quack."
Because she was in the shower and didn't hear him because the elephant stump was on full blast.
The bride and all her guests, apparently.
Is just one of the questions I should have asked before buying a lighthouse....
I like to be prepared.
Me: A dog. Duh. Neighbor...
If you don't nail her good she'll be at the neighbors.
