Two. Libya's to start the race, and France's to signal there's one lap to go.
Nothing. She's fine.
The Somali chicken!
Okay, you start.
It was a cup draw !
Blow up the finish line. (I figured 2 years was long enough)
They we're tied!
A. So the French can show them how to surrender.
Toulouse
Lap-top!
I wouldn't let a creep sit on my lap.
The lips are moving
Filing taxes... LOLJK... I'm googling "non-extraditable countries". Pack your bags, kid! We're going to Libya!"
Because most men are stupid, but few are blind.