It all started when my dog began getting free roll over minutes
His puppyhood was a period of foolish rebellion. He was always worsted, but he fought back because it was his nature to fight back. And he was unconquerable.
I wanted to take up music, so my father bought me a blunt instrument. He told me to knock myself out.
I went out with a promiscuous impressionist. She did everybody.
I went to a urologist - he told me I could go at any time.
I was going to buy a book on hair loss, but the pages kept falling out.