Cancer.
Cancer. ()
It's just hair. I'm the one that's gotta find a new girlfriend.
Because he wanted a head of hare (hair).
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Heir mail
One goes choo-choo the other goes chew-chew.
The teacher tells you to spit you gum out. The train says, "Chew, chew, chew!"