Then I rip my clothes and smash stuff up!
Ask them to pronounce "unionized".
A: Six: One to hold the bulb and five to ask for directions.
They carve a face on an apple and go bobbing for pumpkins.
Carl gets shot in the face.
To get all their stuff back.
Me: You go to heaven. 4: No, I mean when you die, do I get your stuff
BLEEE-AAAACH!
Streaky bacon!
My zipper.
Avocado.
RIP in box
Wall-sits.
Hummuscide... *italics* gentleman bows