With a pair of Caesars. (Thanks)
Ridley Scott. Thank you.
Son:We'll see Son:how does the turkey smell Dad: I guess through its Beak
No ballroom.
For proper gander purposes.
A dead poodle, split in half.
She returned because all he ever did was split her in the middle for log(n) time.
Gladiator.
The Darth Mall!
Brexit.