Envy me. That's my wife. Those are my kids and I sell womens' shoes
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
If I was the mailman, I would be having your wife!
I left high-school, lost the will to live and here I am
