Throw in your laundry.
Because people marvel at what's holding it up. And they wish it would fall.
Pssshh, they're not falling for that one again.
Throw in a load of laundry, and soap
Laundry, because you have to sort the whites from the colors.
When the judge threw the book at him.
He held up a pair of pants.
A baby with popped floaties.
He ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes. (Sorry if repost)
