You are the wurst.
They are the wurst.
Their sausages are the wurst.
The Wurst.
Because they're the wurst.
They both fear the wurst
The WURST!
They fear the wurst!
Sometimes, people had birthdays and there was free cake.
They like to express the right to bear arms.
Batman thinking about his dead parents.
He thought they had delivery service.
Quarter pounder with cheese!
Leave my provolone!
Don't stop! Be leaving!" Just a joke I thought up the other day.
NEIN!
Nein
GERMany.
Germany. German children are kinder.
None. Somebody else does the screwing for 'em.
Just one, but he'd have to watch Radiohead do it first.
Common sense