It doesn't matter, they all turn them the the wrong way.
If it's their lightbulb, none of your damn business.
None. Their President outsources the job to India.
They go into their igloos and sit around a candle. What do they do when it gets even colder They turn on the candle.
Give her a shovel.
I don't know but that reminds me of a similar joke my uncle used to tell...
I can unscrew a lightbulb.
Mr. Salad asks. She replies, "It doesn't matter to me, just be well dressed."
It doesn't matter
Because they cant wait to get out and tell all their friends about scoring.
Bidet, mate.