Because Bill threw a mattress at him.
A nun falling down the stairs
Everywhere.
Throw in a load of dirty laundry and some detergent.
Facial Hare
Stop paying the bill.
He's afraid of the draft.
Sir Francis Brake!
A Cruci-fixie.
Me: why Him: Timmy has no arms. Knock knock. Me: Who's there Him: Not Timmy.
To sleep under it
Pigs don't like to hide their money in the mattress.