Because every time i talk dirty to my wife she tells me to go to hell.
He just needed a little bit of Clojure.
His wife and kids
Her: Yep, and pillows don't talk. I think we're bonding.
A clock! One provides the tic, the other provides the talk Credit to my Autistic Big Bro
Well first you're are in an argument on Facebook.
Because I saw so.
Mom: typing... *gets married* *have kids* *gets old* *dies* *goes to hell* Mom: Fish, honey!
Cos' sin tans
