One of the clouds in the background is blowing another one.
And in the background someone replied "You ain't got enough bullets."
Me: Oh, that was Denise. Dad: Oh, da' niece I thought it was da' nephew. Buh dum tsssssssss
The Auntie Christ.
Surreal.
Society
Society.
Its Lamb
Haram bea
The Rolling Stones say 'hey you, get off my cloud.' the Scotsman says 'hey MaCleod, get off my ewe.'
3-year-old: A cloud. Me: No, what do you imagine it could be 3-year-old: Rain.
The kind of soldier that's always shooting his mouth off.
In case they run out of bullets.
Everything's gonna be all white.
The French army at the beginning of a war!
All that was left was de brie.