There's no accounting for taste.
A monster that climbs up the Empire State Building and catches aeroplanes with its tongue.
People tell you not to, but you're still going to put your tongue on it.
Yale. He was rejected from H**arrrr**vard.
Because it was FeO
Depends...
The taste.
A WUNCH.
I am forever in your debt.
It's too hard to spray paint your name on the little line.
Me, when I remember to floss once a month. Edit: account got hacked and showed something different. Sorry about that