They both grind on bones to make their bread.
A: Endless Bread!
Because yeasterday he died and tomorrow he will have risen.
There are no other giant, mutated turtles. No one's gonna mistake a different turtle for you.
In the big inning. Eve stole first, Adam stole second. Cain struck out Abel. The Giants and the Angels were rained out.
When you're done with the breast and thighs, the only thing left is a greasy box to put your bone in
Phil, eh?
The thot police!
They both prefer to be called "artists" instead of what they really are.
It was ground a few minutes ago.
