By November, they will have both picked their poison.
He drank so much poison it built his immuni-tea.
It was I, **RIO**!!!
Two pies to the face and one somewhere in a field in Pennsylvania.
They all want either pees, peace or peas in the middle east.
Pick a cod, any cod!
The Pharao's daughter. She went to the bank of the Nile to pick up a little prophet.
Whoever wins...we lose.
He only promised to be gone until November
A flossopher!
Neither knows a thing. (from another forum)