The kind of soldier that's always shooting his mouth off.
A bullet.
Bullets.
An Irish car bomb followed by a shot of Fireball
It was a black one.
Him: The fact that you're calling ingredients tools means u shouldnt be in charge of this.
Mother: "Because he thinks he's a chicken." Little girl: "Why don't you tell him he's not a chicken " Mother: "We need the eggs."
To catch her false teeth.
The lion closed its mouth to see how many heads the slave had!
A Rolls-Royce.
Menstrual Cycles (I'm 99% sure I made this up!)
A seasoned veteran.
