Shoot for the Tsars.
ME: "I write and want to dir--" "GUNSHOT*
He thought they'd want to hear that back at the farm, he likes doin' chickens right also.
You belong.
Nothing. She's already been told.
They can't handle the triggers.
Somebody shot his dog
Your dreams are not the only thing going up in smokes.
He met the grill of his dreams.
None! In Soviet Russia, light bulb changes you!
Putin on the Ritz. *ba-dum tsh*
He was too super fish oil.
He wanted to achieve erection reform.
Tsardines !
