His shirts get all winkly.
The Rice-child was born.
He had tentackles.
An "A" frame...
Ehhhhhh!
The Laundry
Gym.Tan.Laundry.
Subtract her clothes, divide her legs, give her a square root and watch her multiply.
because it's too cold out-tide.
No shirt, no shoes, no Surface.
Stop talking in secret code.
You fold it
Fold it in half !