Me mumbling: Treason stuff. Cop: Louder for the microphone. Me: Trees 'n' stuff. Gardening.
Big holes in your garden
A. They were really put out.
Me: So they can buy stuff. 4: Why don't they just steal the stuff She's a criminal mastermind.
I hate tons of stuff.
All the trees have square roots.
A black berry.
One has headlines, and the other gives head for lines.
A barbie queue (BBQ)! Also, I made a quick sketch on my iPad. I found the genesis to this joke as a text note in my Evernote this morning, after what seemed like a night of free flow beers. Feel free to downvote me to oblivion.
Serious business
He accepted eternal returns.
On microphones.
Whispers into microphone* Please help me, I don't even know these people