The ability to tell a person to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip.
They all "Feel The Burn!"
Dead. Another anti-joke by the fabulous me. Surprisingly, nobody has down voted the first one yet.
A: So he could look like his mama.
Teacher: Why are you late? Student: There was a man who lost a hundred dollar bill. Teacher: That's nice. Were you helping him look for it? Student: No. I was standing on it.
You never can tell. The Sandpeople always ride in single file to hide their numbers.
They told me I wasn't putting in enough shifts.
They know there ain't no way to hide those lion eyes.
You take the s out of safe and the f out of way!
A poison pen letter from the principal.
Someone who has a loophole named after him.
They are closer to hell.
What the hell was that What the hell was that " (Winning Scriptwriter Submission for Ghost Hunters)
There is no afterlife.
He got clucky.
Nothing, as tomatoes lack any ability to communicate.
I can't remember.
