God: I sent you one, you dumped him for putting ketchup on his steak. Me: Ah. That's right. Gross.
You can dump your load in a washing machine and it won't follow you round for two weeks telling you it loves you
He lost interest.
SECOND PIGLET: He signs his letters with lots of hogs and kisses.
She wiped her arse.
They ketchup.
They send a rubix cube up to see if it gets solved.
I've trapped it in my bedroom, send help...
Wimbledon and nicely served.
Steak! ...I'll see myself out now.