Mayonnaise doesn't hit the back if my girlfriend's throat at 60 miles per hour.
One is a bar room, and the other is a *BARROOM!*
OJ's truth is stranger than King's fiction.
Duck.
Micromanagement!
A 1 in 3,000,000 chance of becoming a human being.
The sock under my bed.
About two hours.
Gun hangs head & turns around
Lmayo!
He said it was lovely to hear the French pheasants singing the Mayonnaise.