No one cries when you chop up the baby.
About 1400 dollars
It depends on where I draw the line.
they are preparing for whats coming afterwards
No one cries when you cut up an accordion
Apricots.
One's a rugrat, the other's a regret.
You don't cry when you cut up a saxophone. Happy Saxophone Day Why this musical abomination deserves its own day is beyond me. Edit: beside to beyond
In thier archives.
Chopped dates.
You don't cry when chopping your mother-in-law.
