Dad: I told you, my head hurts. Son: This is why mom left.
Eyebro. I will see myself out.
Namaste.
A rabbit doesn't look like a gorilla.
I want hue.
The baby, because he's a little Bigger.
A booquet of flowers.
Mom: if youre a good boy, youll get one when youre older. Son: What is Im not a good boy? Mom: Youll get many.
I'm not Willie Nelson.
Because there is a lot of weighting. *sorry. i woke up at 2 am with this in my head.
Me-OW!
This won't hurt a byte