My aunt worked as a human cannonball.
I'm not sure if she was good at it until she got fired.
My aunt worked as a human cannonball.
I'm not sure if she was good at it until she got fired.
Damn boy, you must be Nick Cannon because you don’t know when or how to stop.
When I die, I want to be shot out of a cannon.
And into a children's birthday party.
What's full of lard and is reserved as Putin's cannon fodder?
Your mum!!!