To pick is to make a selection... And choose are what Cubans wear on their feet.
I don't know. I'm retiring next month.
There aren't any dead babies at the Cincinnati Zoo.
Nails in their hands and feet
Coma-toes.
To lay off his campaign staff.
I dont know, but it sure as hell can pick apples.
Thort thorts.
Because cars don't wear clothes.
A: "Why'd his mom choose to call him Rimsky of all names !! "
She had no sense of porpoise.
How do you fit 20 Cubans in a shoebox? Tell them it floats!