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 you promise not to live too long, I'll tell you
I've got a natural appetite suppressant. Twenty five years of marriage
I wanna go the way all Bundys go. I wanna hang myself in my own basement by jumping off my workbench