is it my hair Her: no Me: MY LOOKS! Her: no, it's your personality Me: oh thank god
Who decided breasts looked like owls They were wrong.
Last time they saw a flash it destroyed their country
Because choir boys can't get pregnant, thank God.
A reptile dysfunction. Thank high me for that one.
You condition it
When I do her hair: "How about a hat "
He plays the cello. As it says in scripture: "Our God is a cellist God."
I've never seen or heard from either of them.
Breast implants.
His personality!
