Intermittenly.
He plays golf.
There's really no sure way to know.
The sandpaper doesn't scream when I rub it's face on wood.
Rob...wait for it... erto! Rubeartoe!
Raise MY hand!
Raise my hand. - Taken from local Chinese joint fortune cookie.
Someone who stays up all night wondering if there really is a dog.
You go to the corner cause it's always 90 degrees.
Asks the neutron. "For you No charge."
See ya next month)
Because it has long-distance runners on each side.