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Keith was a great backpack.

We like to think of you as pate'

Kay is here.

Nothing better than having a french fry in one hand, and a cancer stick in the other!

It was a long hike, but the baby monkeys were totally worth it!

Pt sitting in bed visiting (and belching) quite happily when I left.

Oh I remember the cheese...

Vegetables bridge language barriers.

Those jeans looked nice on him but if he stood up they would fall right off!

You know I'm better at talking than typing.

Whoever was here last was sticky.

I don't crawl over him, I crawl around him.

Then you'd be home to feed the chicken while I'm out...

Suddenly I have a craving for stale grape nuts.....

I didn't lick it but it smells like cardboard.

Hey, wait a minute-that's not a marsupial pouch!!!!

Maybe it was a temporary burp...

Let's wait another week and see if she dies.

I'm the bomb, whatever that means....

Correction. Prepare John for travel.

(…as long as Morgan Freeman was still God)

Last year I actually used duct tape on my ducts!

If your penis started bleeding you'd be a hot mess too!

She likes to do more talking than bathing.

I showed up with a young coconut...

Speaking of bathrooms.....

Pretty much anyone can take poop out of you.

She's the little fairy that fills the vodka bottle.

I love the green stuff!

Thanks, toot toot.

 

(That's my own horn)

Closeness only counts in handshoes and horse grenades.

I was feeding the chicken monster when you called...