Stairs are for babies, mom. You should know by now, I love a challenge.
"Well, said Nancy, "how about Roger?" Timber: "Rabbit." "Theodore?" "Chipmunk." "John?" "Toilet." "Baby, any name you pick, if those little pests want to tease you, they'll figure something cruel to say...."
Brain:...O.k., next up, I just want to, once again, draw your attention to the four baskets of laundry waiting to be folded. Me: Yeah, I saw them. My eyes work just fine. I choose to ignore them for the time being.
Poor Hungry Henry. All he wants is to have a meal at his friend George's restaurant. Instead, this so-called friend takes advantage of his gullibility time and time again. How, you ask? Read more to find out.