Going to kiss your grandmother goodnight and she slips you the tongue.
There's no accounting for taste.
Because he drank his coffee before it was cool.
At a whale weigh station
They're huge blubbermouths.
The beans keep slipping through the grill.
They thought she might have been slipped a woofie.
Because it's the first date.
A Peck.
Naana
Mourning wood
When you go to kiss your grandma goodbye and she slips you the tongue.
