I don't know but that reminds me of a similar joke my uncle used to tell...
They're both revolting! *Baltimore. I clearly don't know my B-Cities.
A grandmartial artist. I apologise for any lost brain cells.
They're used to dealing with ripostes.
All-porpoise cleaner.
Yes.
None. That's a hardware problem.
Tacos. Overheard an old man telling another guy how he lost his farm in Mexico , and how the smell reminded him of tacos.
If he was from anywhere else it would be called a teethbrush.
They dont. They turn it into the hype of the new generation.
Just one, but they get extra credits for it
Because it reminds them of home.
I can understand why an Uncle would be in there.
Me: I don't know Her: The green guy! Who lives in the red house? Me: The red guy Her: Yes! Who lives in the blue house? Me: The blue guy Her: Yeah! Who lives in the yellow house? Me: The yellow guy Her: Who lives in the white house? Now since I've heard this "riddle" before, I knew the trick answer. I was ready to answer The President! when my uncle blurted out: The black guy!!