My neighbour isn't unknowingly raising two of my goats.
The former builds weapons, the latter targets
There wasn't a hole in my dad's space-time continuum.
Me: When are you going to stop
Because it was rated R.
Kicked out of the petting zoo
Two chickens and a goat.
Our chef. He's a little green man who lives in a toadstool. What did he use to make it Elf-raising flour of course.
Amadeus on my dais.
Me:Glowing Neighbour:Pregnant Me:No, she's on fire, just going for more wood Neighbour:You're sick Me:You're next
Molest them
