Because he/she who smelt it, dealt it.
Because he wanted mashed potatoes!!!!
It was the pot calling the cattle back.
Because it's a noble gas.
I don't wish for a lifetime supply every time I smell patchouli.
He didn't like dealing with reservations.
Did you ever notice he seems to start off all of his jokes in one of two ways
If you sleep with a person, he/she is ur nap-kin.
Dough!
You command vast powers beyond the scope of smaller minds, but to them all you do is wiggle your fingers and stuff just happens.
