RAMs a make a dance!
A private tutor.
Guy: Because I don't like hair in my food.
They are both cold and are hilarious to throw at unsuspecting children.
She threw out all the W's.
RAM crackers
The Sirens of the Rams.
When the commander yelled "GET DOWN", they all started dancing.
Depends on what tune the Devil happens to be playing. Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha.
No touching!
The knee. It's a load-bearing joint.
I'm PC2!