Yeah, where are the other three guys leaning on shovels?
Or maybe she enjoys it a little too much.
Not a single one in my town.
I miss my ex-snuggle bunny. She moves too fast.
Logic in a comic strip. How boring.
Always have to have a corn dog in honor of my pop. Wife always gets the deep-fried pickles.
Let’s hope they’re brain sucking aliens. They’ll die of starvation.
Although some of the clergy are negotiable.
Defining the definition of “tryst” while leaping from a second story window?
Beer comes in 18 packs. Golf courses come with 18 holes. What could possibly be more compatible? Perhaps 24 beers in a case and 24 hours in a day?