Guy spills milk on me. I say, "It's okay, we all make mistakes sometimes, but apparently your mom made a big one."
Guy spills milk on me. I say, "It's okay, we all make mistakes sometimes, but apparently your mom made a big one."
Why did Mary have a little lamb? Because a big one was too much in bed.
Boobs are like friends: you have big ones, small ones, real ones, fake ones, but they all get taken out by cancer.
