A landmine.
A: They both stand in the middle of the road and stare at your headlights.
The Middle. That way, you're always driving out of Iowa.
You planet.
squash*
Sleep at night
A: The other replies "That was no piccolo that was my fife."
Well standard procedure is to jump 50 feet and spread over a wide area.
Landmines.
He was a master of blocking attacks.
Drop it Ni**a (sorry for the offensive word)
Russell !