Vote!
Mourning wood!
A slow poke!
He votes!
With their erections.
Vote.
Vote
Because he was barefooted!!!
I'll never do that for 5 bucks again.
He wanted to lay it on the line!
She wanted to lay it on the line.
FINNISH HYMN!
Two. One to change the bulb and one to sing about how grand the old bulb was.
Hey! I'm Joaquin here!
His mother told him to hit the hay.
Good mourning.
The corpse.