Me: You go to heaven. 4: No, I mean when you die, do I get your stuff
First it goes ping then it goes pong.
Everyone knows a Mercedes Bends!
Mississippi.
Cuatro cinco
Me: You mean after I die, right
Posthumous Prime
Their stuff is always cut.
Hubs: With the door locked. Me: She means how do we manage...but yeah.
Bring your own beer" Bill Nye the Science Guy slowly slides the bacteria sample back in his lab coat
Because if they all went, it would be Hell.
It's a pair-a-dice.