The sandpaper doesn't scream when I rub it's face on wood.
One leg is both the same.
I'm not scared when the bull charges
Because when you're a carpenter in the desert you can't get wood.
A wooden slipper
Because she wouldn't rub it rub it. (blame Happy International Bacon Day)
Rub it rub it rub it.
M: *stumbles out of pantry with Nutella all over my face* nobody
Alcmene triple-dog-dared him.
He ran out of patients.
Stevie Wonder when he answers the iron.
I've never been in a submarine.
Because 50% of the taste is in the smell.
Well that's really tiny writing!"
Ruff