He couldn't handle his boos.
He had only one pupil.
He quit running.
For the boos.
At the BOO-tique
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Do you want her incinerated, embalmed or buried -All of them, lets not take any chances
Wine
Two. One to hold the bulb, and one to drink until the room starts spinning.
I went through a wormhole." Worms in the audience: Omg this is so unrealistic.