I hate my life. Can't eat, can't sleep, can't bury my wife in the backyard
Peg, how do you think of those and defy gravity at the same time?
Only way I know it's spring is when the snow melts and I see my garbage on Marcy's lawn
Now son, look here, these redwood-trees they're over a thousand years old. I'm gonna cut me one of these down and use for a base for my satellite dish
