Son: "nice try, a chair!" Dad: "Nope. Our dog just died."
They're both leg ends.
An arm and a leg.
There are poodles everywhere!
Someone who stays up at night wondering if there really is a dog.
A chunky. Credit to my dad this morning..
Dad says: "You are my son, I'm confident about that. Your friend over there, is also my son, THAT is confidential."
Me: You mean after I die, right
Purrrgatory.
One is a Bonaparte from the other.
By son.
Bolt upright.
3: One holds the light bulb, and the other two spin the Chair.