Udder destruction
Udder destruction!
Utter destruction.
An udder disaster.
Because he'd already done the sharps and flats.
Udder destruction.
An udder disaster
I'm udderly ruined!" credit: my grandma, at every party she's ever been to
It was udder destruction.
Because every time he tried to integrate, he ended up with himself.
Everyone started drinking boo's. Happy Halloween!
Etude, Brute?
Where are the udders? (Thanks to my three boys for that one!)
A cow with a cold.
Spits*
The p is silent.
Debatable!
My attempts at small talk.
Leave my provolone!