Me: Well, all the women text you except the one you like. And it hurts, so we drink. Sister: Get away from him!
A Watermelon...
It was all-oink-lusive.
Seven - one to actually change the bulb and six to complain that they liked the old one better.
Kevin Nash
The woman in church has hope in her soul.
Yeah.
Lock them both in the trunk of the car for an hour, then open it up and see which one of them is happier to see you.
Spit, swallow, gargle.
Incense!
To get another degree. My sister thought it up and found it so funny she called to tell me.
He got hurt from harmful rays
Baby don't hurt me.
End your text with "this message will self destruct in 10 seconds"
I'll never call you back. Like, ever. You'd have better luck with a telegram.
