She quits counting.
Because he didn't get arrays.
She hated being microbe-managed.
Not counting the bombs strapped to their chests, I have no clue.
Me: *slowly counting on fingers* let's see... ok... carry the 1... um... That would be everything
I mean think about it, One for Charmander One for Squirtle and one for your second charmander. (found that but it's against rules to post links lol so I'll just leave that here for a good laugh)
Second fella says "A kilt of course!" First fella "What's the tartin " "She's wearing white" says his pal
Pumpkin
Non Athletic Sport Centered Around Rednecks
A mouse in a minefield !
God: Uh huge grin cos I'm banging his wife raises hand up top