BARACK-oli. Courtesy of my friend Abraham.
Ginger Beard
I don't have any friends.
Two, one to change the light-bulb, and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness. This is courtesy of Spencer Reid.(CM)
They wear snow caps. *cringe* Courtesy of Westjet's horrible phone line.
Barack-oli