When around both, one eventually stops moving. Forgive me.
Santa stops at three Hos.
Because the subject is still to immature.
Mesquite squite squite. ...Forgive me I'm freshly smoked.
A holey bible. And, yet, it still made more sense than Scientology.
Hey, hey, hey, it was only a pudding pop!
Ten Roofies.
Only a Sith deals in absolutes.
A hobbitat