I love the pokey, mon.
Because his mind was always on a pellet.
A: There are just too many pastabilities!
Is that your final ant sir!
92 to 86." "Who's winning " I asked. "92"
A Jiraffa.
Three sleeps 'till Christmas!
Because she stole his heart
They would steal all the boos.
It was framed.
He couldn't finish his sentence.
It saw a pikachu across the street.
A Zikachu
A Pastafarian.
Dr. Pokemon.
Dey both sinna, mon!
The 'mons of Venus.