Perhaps it was those interfering children all things considered. Who knew?
All I needed was a sandwich, and look where that got me. Possibly they have pastrami in Heaven.
Life is transitory, life is short. That is the thing that I thought, until I croaked.
My better half revealed to me it wouldn't do any harm. Teaches me a lesson for dating a multi year old.
Here falsehoods Mr. Jones. The devils will devour his bones.
Here falsehoods Persephone Isis. Done in by her ex's emotional meltdown.
Did you truly think utilizing a saw for that was a smart thought?
Here falsehoods Dracula… until nightfall. Up to that point, you can contact his phone message.
Here untruths Joe from Poplar Bluff. Passed on while biting on a pizza puff.
I don't need brew. I simply trust I get laid in Hell.
Here untruths the assemblage of Mark Neesom. Covered to death by a full bosomed trio.
On the off chance that I needed a dirtnap, I would've quite recently rested in the desert.
I guess I'm the fortune that has been covered at this point.
In the event that you take a gander at this gravestone, you won't perceive what's coming behind you.
Here untruths a well known performer. There are no more deceives at his disposal—just ants.
Here untruths a well known culinary specialist. I surmise he's the primary course now.
Indeed, even now, I'm being Rickrolled.
It was either this or tune in to each melody in presence with Auto-Tune.
