Tupacalypse. (thanks to my buddy Mike)
Just one. She holds it while the world revolves around her.
El Taco Lips.
We thank you Lord for our daily dead!
Son:We'll see Son:how does the turkey smell Dad: I guess through its Beak
This is the end.
Becuase his peckers on his head
Mosqui-toes.
I'm gonna miss you buddy, you were my best friend.
Mike.