Mom: typing... *gets married* *have kids* *gets old* *dies* *goes to hell* Mom: Fish, honey!
They're both hoping for nine inches, but will be happy enough with five.
Gloves, but he doesn't know that yet.. since he can't open it.
Because it's mom was a wafer so long.
They both got nailed all night.
Because it cantaloupe.
Because she was his sole mate.
A dookie
Vulcanized rubber!
Not Sea Food.
It rises because the rest of the fishes are crying:'(
They would have a more detailed understanding of what Hell is actually like.
I don't know. But it sure as hell isn't mommy or daddy.
They don't they're dead.
Lettuce, pray.
Because it never gets old.
Because they wanted more honey and shorter working flowers!
