A dead centipede.
ME: *dipping my burrito into custard* Not going to lie. It's been worse.
A nervous wreck! I first heard this at xmas 1952 (64 years ago) and it still makes me smile.
Four feet tall, fold back teeth, flat head so you can rest your beer on it, and turns into a pizza at midnight.
Mitosis.
A seahorse!
Because it's the only time a black man can tell a crowd of white people to put their hands in the air.
