My Grandma can unlock an iphone.
A tire.
You don't cry when you cut up a saxophone. Happy Saxophone Day Why this musical abomination deserves its own day is beyond me. Edit: beside to beyond
Apple Sauce
I don't let people touch my new iPhone
I dunno but we've had him a long time.
I'm udderly ruined!" credit: my grandma, at every party she's ever been to
A pteredacted.
A Pedo File.
A monkey. (p.s. I have a wonderful, terrible love for bad jokes)
With a monk key.