I used to be a strapping, wandering fellow like thouest, Then I tooketh a pointed stick to my patella
rectal thermometers actually mom i think i feel better
Ugh, I can't walk in this cursed tent! Nor can I, good lady. Say, let's get Betsy Ross to take them in! Great idea! And who knows, maybe she can use the scraps for something.
All the places in Rome to Flog a guy and you had to pick a spot right by my humble twig selling business
There's my Deathy-poo! You know, he was the cutest little baby! Here, I have pictures!
I swear by all that is holy, if you touch my puzzle one more time I'm going to cut you into pieces, marinate you, let you go bad and then feed you to vultures.
For God's sake, Jesus! Put some clothes on!