Black lights matter.
Because they're always looking for drains.
Because he was looking for Pooh!
It doesn't.
It doesn't matter how many. They just compliment it and get mad when it won't screw.
I am in bed and thinking about you... And you my dear - I am at a club... And sitting right behind you!!
You don't talk about fight club.
They'll both lie and tell you it's a footlong to get paid.
They both grind on bones to make their bread.
