Woman: "Thanks, she's 34 weeks. Do you have the time " Me: "Sure, it's 972 minutes past midnight."
He was making up for lost thyme. Thank you, thank you. I'll just show myself out now.
A reptile dysfunction. Thank high me for that one.
FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON DRAGONBALL ZEEEEE! (I really hope this isn't a repost)
He came and went at the same time.
So the men can think of a solution in silence.
Well, one's a cunning runt...
She wanted to get a dark tan.
Four feet tall, fold back teeth, flat head so you can rest your beer on it, and turns into a pizza at midnight.