His mother told him to hit the hay.
Because it's always in bed.
Because he lies on one side and then turns around and lies on the other one.
Mom : typing ... *gets married* *have kids* *gets old* *dies* *goes to hell* Mom: Fish, honey!
One is white, plastic, and dangerous for your kids to play with and the other holds your groceries
Please leaf me alone! Or I'll tell my mom, and you'll get in trouble.
Tell them it can probably wait 'til tomorrow.
KAAA DOOOUUCHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A: He was striking a happy medium.
Punch him in the nose.
A hoedown!
Because it's baby food.
When Rodrigo finds out he is his own mother
It keeps baleing
Hay!"