Oh sweetheart, you are the eye of my maple....
Girl: My place, 250...your place 400!
Because they're ugly and they smell bad.
Only place they can get love
I love you.....
Between you and me, something smells. Credit: Christmas cracker.
When it's past your eyes.
God: Uh huge grin cos I'm banging his wife raises hand up top
Jesus
I'd tap that."