“Wait here while I stop him from rolling over in his grave.”
“Hey dude, smell my fingers.”
“See this place? I’m thinking of moving it to Chicago. Or Harrisburg.”
“My hair or his hair? You decide.”
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3 comments:
Oooohhh! It does feel like a real eyeball!
"And if I rub his nose, they will quit investigating me!"
"I freed who?"
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