Pouncing on it like a wild dog,
your mother’s hand with a fork.
Don’t be the host.
We want you to dress just like her.
Occasionally he just doesn’t pay attention; maybe he doesn’t get enough sleep.
My grandpa has pictures of me in diapers.
A lot of us have pictures of us in diapers.
What’s amazing about that guy is his ears—they’re like satellite dishes.
He doesn’t produce much odor.
I’m going to have to put plastic on my furniture.
Give him the bottle, Ellen. I have some Wild Turkey left.
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