They both leave kid's homes with empty sacks.
Because anyone who can run, jump, or swim already left.
After you've finished with the thigh and breasts, all you have left is a greasy box to put your bone in.
You guessed it: we're all white.
With his North Pole-aroid.
Missile Toe!
You take the "S" out of "Sub", and then you take the "F" out of "Way".
He prefers his gut when it's down 45 pounds, and his junk when it's up 45 pounds.
The mall is hiring new Santas.
A: So you could hit the sack.
Hit the sack.
