She puts two fingers in her mouth and then shouts "Max!".
The son says,"Nice try dad, a chair!" "Not this time son, our dog is dead"
Dog gone!
To catch everything that goes over their heads.
To keep their ankles warm.
A glove.) First response: "My Aunt Lydia."
They both have my rang on them.
I don't want to put a repost in my mouth
Nobody is sure but if it opened its mouth to speak you'd listen!
Diabetes.
WITNESS ME!"
NOTHING, BECAUSE THEY'RE DEAD.
You just simply shout: "I'm supporting the one with the knife!"
