If you're dying to be hurt so badly, I've got a baseball bat for that.
He got kilt.
Because the ones named Drive all died in crashes.
They smuck
Lock them both in the trunk of your car for an hour. Guess who is happy to see you when you open the trunk
Me: *Points to heart* Nurse: Awwww that is so cute! Me. *COLLAPSES FROM HEART ATTACK*
Because he wanted to see him Sulfur.
I've got no idea, but it probably can pick cotton like hell.
Brailleant ones. Sauce: Am blind.
A baseball bat.
Nothing. Cats don't freaking talk.