Gloves... Just kidding, he hasn't opened it yet Knock, knock Who is it Not Michael
By putting flowers on the grave.
On their fingers
The knocking always speeds up.
Because she had no arms. Knock, knock. Who's there? Not Susie.
She yelled. "It's part of the design," I said, opening up my wardrobe, "Look, I have the entire collection."
Monk key
Help, I think I'm in glove".
A fruit punch.
A urinal cake.
With a low-key event
The teacher was rather bewildered. "Don't you mean Michael " she asked. "No ma'am. I've written the 'M' already."
Michael
