And then I end up buying myself cupcakes, and shoes.
Hey, are you Jamaican a cake?
Well, they're pretty fly if you ask me.
In a math book I can buy 57 papayas at $1.99 each and no one will care.
Because he wanted to... "Get along little doggy"
He nuts and bolts.
Miscarriage. This joke never gets old, just like the baby.
When talking to you, the extrovert mathematician looks at *your* shoes.
Because there is too much snow to wear shoes.
I've got a bottle of Scotch, some duct tape and a fresh batch of cupcakes, that beg to differ.
