Thanks for the mammaries.
Watching his wife and children die before his eyes.
Me: Out. I can't stand being hemmed in by four walls. Wife: How many walls has the pub got Five
Son: It was all right except for some man called "Teacher" who kept spoiling all our fun!
The saddest vegetable known to man: a melonccoli.
ME:What would YOU like W:Excuse me M:No one ever asks you, do they W:*tearing up* No.. they don't. Thank you.
Nothing wrapped in Emptiness. How did the birthday child respond? You are thoughtless for giving me this meaningless gift. To which the Buddhist Master replied, "Thank you."
Thanks for the mammaries!