His lips are moving.
Dad: Ahh *rubs back of neck* At the Bellagio in Las Vegas. -Rly Dad: Wd I lie to u, Bestwestern Broomcloset
A dead centipede.
Go stand in front of a mirror
The patients get better and leave. Not everyone of the patients thinks he is God. The staff have the keys!
One can support a family
Cancer got Jobs
Because her lips stick
They have four lips