A: You see a bunch of envelopes stuffed into the disk drive.
E-ronimo!
Wife: BLTOUR & E Me: Well, that could spell trouble
With his goldfinger.
At the ghost office.
When the old one expects you to "do your share"
Because you know he is actually guilty. Credit to for the joke!
Me mumbling: Treason stuff. Cop: Louder for the microphone. Me: Trees 'n' stuff. Gardening.
Because it doesn't taste as good if I stuff it in my ears."
Pre-KKK
To send people to the other side.
Letterhead and envelopes. No matter how hard you try, they remain stationery!
Stick with me man... We'll go places. Peace. Hmath out.
A: Out dated farming equipment.
A bingo machine.
Go for a disk drive.