You only have to punch the information into a computer once.
Attire.
You can lick a plate dry
Tacos. Overheard an old man telling another guy how he lost his farm in Mexico , and how the smell reminded him of tacos.
The Chosen Juan.
Mowed 'em.
With the proper al-gor-ithms
He ordered some NaCl.
Punch them in the hands.
With a plunger.
Ask the NSA for a backup.