Because he drank his coffee before it was cool.
A tongue.
When you go to kiss your grandma goodbye and she slips you the tongue.
The one who can carry two cups of coffee AND a dozen donurs!
When asked for his name by the coffee shop clerk, my brother-in-law answered, Marc, with a C. Minutes later, he was handed his coffee with his name written on the side: Cark.
Don't birthdays burn you up
Black mail.
Me: You just give the bartender your order. Her: ... Me: It's really pretty easy. Her: *leaves*
I set WHO free?
