They wash themselves.
Tacos. Overheard an old man telling another guy how he lost his farm in Mexico , and how the smell reminded him of tacos.
Because every mexican that can run, jump, or swim is already in America.
I wanted you to have a hoppy birthday!
asks a commander. - Two soldiers step forward. - All right. I bought a piano. Take it to my apartment on the fourth floor.
Because it's sham poo.
In Fort Launderdale.
Both of them.
dish one.
Spinning her like a top when she rides you cowboy style.
The Execution. Hehe...get it? No? Fine I'll be-heading off now.
