Just the two, really. Or as many as will fit, if theyre feeling frisky.
None, they're the powerhouse of the cell.
None. They'll just stand in the dark talking about how good the old one was.
A shotgun shell.
Wanna go ride bikes??
Melon-collie !
When you stick your hand in her underpants it feels like you're feeding a horse.
Turn it upside-down. But how do you get them off Shake the stool. (OK, I'll leave now.)
You can only fit three fingers in a bowling ball.
A metronome!
Micro-Worgenisms! (From my Bizzard support ticket response today.)
