Nobody likes the black ones.
He was fed up with other people.
Me: Heaven. 3: I don't want to go there. Me: Why not 3: It's full of dead people.
A Walken humidor.
They don't like pulling out.
They both can't make any change
Both have a huge bellend swinging his weight around inside
No one likes the black ones
A. Because he wanted to be a smarty