Easy. More traffic is going to hell.
No Stairway.
What could go wrong " My son apparently
Because if they all went, it would be Hell.
Me: Heaven. 3: I don't want to go there. Me: Why not 3: It's full of dead people.
So you would never know what side he was on.
Both of the groups that are concered about the health of someone playing both begin with the letter P.
A baseball bat.
THESE are the brakes!
Get out of my son!
The traffic.
ANKH ANKH!!
Hubby: "My boss said go to hell!"
Allahu Akbar!" I'm going to hell for this.
A condescending con descending.
Be sharp or Be flat.
Because he could only say, "neighn!"
All that hard Bork and nothing to show for it.