I can smell your Kant.
He who smelt it, dealt it.
Me: How do you know what weed smells like ! Busted, mister! You're grounded for a week. Dad: Okaayy :(
Ovaries-y
Silence of the Limbs
Because he Kant drive Immanuel.
A hemogoblin. I came up with this during lecture after a dyslexic moment, thought someone may like it.