Adam Levine: I sold my soul to the devil. Interviewer: Excuse me Adam Levine: Practice.
By selling your guitar.
Cashearing! (Joke I made up last night at work, so be gentle with me)
A. Your mother ate us out of house and home.
Well my dad says the world is changing every day. So I decided to wait until it settles down!
Adolf ball hit me in the mouth!
Your head hits the ceiling!
One has hope in her soul...
Because gingers have no soul, and black people have too much!
I dont kn-OMG WHAT IS THAT *interviewer doesnt look* Ugh didnt work on u either
Long pause while Jesus glares at interviewer* Are you being serious right now
He wax off everyday
Well, its not preferred, but I practice abstinence.
2016
He fiddled up a little kid.
Because they can't reach the high notes. Bonus: how does dwarves communicate? Smalltalk.
Halloween Halloween Halloween!