He thought it was his civic doodie!
Decomposing.
A hammer.
I don't know! Well you're not using my computer keyboard then!
Deus Ex Macarena
A finite number: one to perform the task and the remainder to act in a manner stereotypical of the group in question.
None. The lightbulb contains the seeds of its own revolution.
One.
Lie-lacs!
Men, get in the boat!
An oxymoron.
He is wanted for being the Man of Steal.
Because one egg is un oeuf.
URINE.
Eric Clapton would absolutely NEVER let an ounce of cociane fall 49 stories out a window onto the streets of New York.
