Mourning Wood
Mourning wood.
They say that after you lose your first hand, you get hooked!
I think that pretty much goes without saying.
Decomposing.
Mourning wood
Hold the door! I'm a leaf on the wind!
Depressing. What's life like without alchohol? Depressing. I need friends.
Because when he turns his girlfriend on he has to turn her off again three times.
You give her a shovel and tell her to get to work.
After the last dog they just ate.
Unbereavable.
A reptile dysfunction
It sounds like you have a reptile dysfunction.
