Put them in the back of a truck and run a red light.
Didn't you tell me to put out a stop swine
We don't have to pay our taxes if nobody's checking, right
GUACK
My bike.
Ant-elopers.
The registration of the car that ran him over !
ME: Son, when a monster and a truck love each oth- GF: glares ME: He's old enough for the facts, Jane
My truck is paid for, and honestly officer, I was just helping the sheep over the fence.