When your kid sleeps in between.
They're both hoping for nine inches, but will be happy enough with five.
Because she's always drinking from the coup de Grace. (This was my sister's favourite joke when we were kids. Once our mum flipped out on a long car journey because she told it too many times).
At yeast he's a fungi.
Anywhere he wants to.
He who makes a mistake in an elevator is wrong on many levels.
