PYONG! YANG!
They both can't reach really far.
Breakfast.
He did some Seoul searching.
To the morgue.
In North Korea itself.
Can't complain
We have the Iron Giant
I wrote to my North Korean pen pal "I can't complain" he wrote back.
Seouless
None of the North Korean athletes defected.
Kimistry
All your printer paper is gone and when you look at the printer history it's all Kim Jong-Un.
They're writing their last will and testament.
The singer can have a hit
Kim Jong Un.
He doesn't have a Seoul.
Because they knead dough.
North Koreans have no Seoul. Thought of this very early in the morning waiting to board a plane.
Because they don't have Seoul.
Me: It's when we thank the one who provided our food. 4-year-old: We thank the microwave
Grinder (Thanks, Ellen)
Conetainers
At the Klondike Bar.
He foamed at the mouth.
In a ham and egg sandwich, the chicken had an interest, but the pig is committed.
Ginger snaps
Bricks get laid.
He's dead.
There's a problem. Your driver doesn't understand how he's driving
Sir, this is a morgue.
