Does anyone have a yummy recipe for Placenta
Cacciatore Stroganoff and meatballs?
Oh, that's right, I have to contact Tom Cruise; the Afterbirth King.
I think Tom has been probed by an alien from the planet Uranus.
They must have damn long fingers because it's obvious his brain has been severely compromised.
I say, put him on a spaceship with Russell Crowe and send them rocketing skyward.
With any luck, they'll kiss a meteor or something.
My wife's observation: Cruise is getting as strange as Michael Jackson.
Hey, maybe Michael has a few recipes…