Because every time he saw a street pole he imagined two pies.
Because her hat was pointing in the wrong direction.
He dumped his girlfriend
With a scale.
You fit into his clothes.
Because he left a residue at every pole.
Two pies to the face and one somewhere in a field in Pennsylvania.
You get a cobbler!
3-year-old: A cloud. Me: No, what do you imagine it could be 3-year-old: Rain.
