One goes to the bar for a cold one. The other goes to a morgue.
A: You can tune the lawnmower and the owner's neighbors don't mind if you don't return the sax when you borrow it.
Cancer evolves, a Brazilian doesn't.
You hide daddies credit card under a bar of soap.
Because he was sheet faced.
Arrr make tea
A cold.
A leave of Absinthe.
They wine too much.
Mourning wood.
He gets mourning wood.
In a morgue.
Remains to be seen.
