For Harambe.
Harambe: I'll have a beer. Man: No, he'll have just ice. Bartender: Just ice Man: Yes, justice for Harambe.
Humans miss Harambe.
Because whenever one of them climbs to the top, the others drag it back down.
There isn't a single person left!
Moo. As told by my kid this morning.
A wrecktangle. (Made up by my 10 year old daughter
The shadow of his former shelf.
Rep Tiles
Mom: Well son, your aunt really loves flowers! Son: Mom, what do you love Mom: Richard, stop asking so many questions!