Neither! Everyone knows they prefer hot pockets
I don't know, I just fly the drones.
A completely rational fear.
An elven degenerate.
Gaelic.
Because it's a stereo type
They prefer a Target.
They lived harpily ever after!
Marry her.
If you were anymore inbred, you'd be a sandwich.
Because the Earth is not a sandwich!
And the dad says: 'Wealth is caviar, champagne and women. Poverty is hot pocket, beer and your mother!'
One empties your pocket. The other makes Hot Pockets.