They put on mittens.
It goes without saying...
Amp;nbsp; A mute, crippled insomniac
Nothing, dogs can't speak.
A Si-gull
I tell her, 'As soon as they find the bodies.'
I don't know and I don't care.
Ptera Don
He got Pasta-toots.
He was born ina 1818.
Because all proper tea is theft.
Because all his genes were hand me downs.
I don't know. He still hasn't opened his gifts.
Because, corn has ears!
Chrysanthemum's the word.
With ducktape!!
A raft