At the end of the day, a stiff gets buried either way.
Because deep down they're really nice people.
Because you can't bury them in the sky!
Because it wasn't right. I'm sorry bye.
Pooping
At the end of the day I'm just a guy in a bikini on the bus.
Putos (Ask your Mexican friend)
Good mourning.
With a funeral.
They cantaloupe
On their bunnymoon.
Three bags of skittles and a small body to hide.