To throw the Roadrunner off.
He couldn't see the point.
Cliff
Ford was my best friend.
Throw your dirty laundry in there with some detergent.
Because someone threw a fridge at him.
Watching your mother-in-law backing up towards the edge of a cliff in your new BMW.
Because people familiar with the U2 guitarist of the same name are already used to long delays.
Jeep Jeep