This job isn't for everyone, but hay...it's in my jeans
He wanted to feed his nightmares.
I chews you
It keeps baleing
Because they weren't getting a square meal.
Because cows can't get a square meal.
You get a Christian Bale
I never knew anything stuffed with hay could be so hard!
Hay!
Moo Mitch, get out the hay
To feed her nightmare.
His mother told him to hit the hay.
That's amorehay!
INDIGO!
Cell Phones.
The horses would drown. Ba-dum TISH
For palomino-money!
That you to fart.
Because everyone would just think it's a quinceaera
They got Bale.
I don't know, ask the Arabs!
Oh, you don't know I won't ask you to wipe my bum then.
A) A Roamin' Catholic b) An unconscious habit
A fifth.
I better stop Stalin for time and Putin a little more effort.
Stop playing it cagey!