Ask about his routine.
Twelve. Three to Physically Change the Bulb, Three to Talk About How Complicated it Was and Six to Call themselves Electricians.
He was talking on his shellphone.
Will i marry you?
If I'm looking at my phone I now reply, 'No. I am not Twittering,' in a sort of flat monotone. And tweet.
One but the bulb will have to spend four hours in the waiting room.
Tire-less
He heard they had PIE.
