It was a work of friction.
Damn, son. It's about time!
He wanted to be published on Pork Avenue.
Dam.
The bad golfer goes::Whack:: "Damn it!" The bad sky diver goes "Damn it!"::Whack::
It's going to be a dark 4 years isn't it
Five. One to change the lightbulb and four road guards.
Graaaaiiiiinss!
I want to make my victims feel like they have a chance.
There was too much friction.
A herd of stampeding aardvarks!
Yeah.
The New York Jets
Two towers.
Sorry, I overwrote your order.
Three. One to screw it in and two more to hold down the editor.
Cashearing! (Joke I made up last night at work, so be gentle with me)
I don't know, but I bet we could pay them less than a group of men for the same amount of work.