Well, you didn't do a good job then. I've got the spot now.
Guitar. Always.
Rock or Soft Rock?
Come on then! I'm ready! Let's fight!
Come on then! I'm ready! Let's fight!
Argh! This is so hard! I'll have to say penguins!
Would you rather have a pet wolf or a pet husky?
Those guys tend to be my friends somehow. And a soldier never leaves his brothers behind.
Greater love hath no man than this, than a man lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:13
Call me something of a freak,
But I want salty over sweet.
Bicycle or MoPed?
I'm taking this spot for now. Go practice somewhere else.
Fried of couse.
Oil or cream?
Siamese definitely.
Write as a lefty or a righy for fun?
And I mean if you weren't ambidextrous for those of you who are.
Nah. I prefer 'gator. And the Nukos were just too soft. I wouldn't have been able to defend my spot.
Of course I would. And I would hang with Woody if I could ever find him. Would you ever build something just because someone said it was impossible just to prove that person wrong, even if it was something without a real purpose?
Of course I would. And I would hang with Woody if I could ever find him. Would you ever build something just because someone said it was impossible just to prove that person wrong, even if it was something without a real purpose?
I think I heard a certain general calling out your name Meredith. I'll take up guarding this post while you go check it out.
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Back in black
I hit the sack
I bet ya know I'm glad to be back!
Yes I'm let loose
From the noose
That's been keeping me a hangin' around!
I'm looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me hi
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives, cat's eyes
Using every one of them and runnin' wild
Cause I'm back
Yes I'm back
Well I'm back
Back
Back in black
I'm back in black!
The duct tape is for taping myself to the end of the line.
If I give you a million dollars, would you let me have the end of the line? Or must I pull out the duct tape?
I keeeeeeeeeelllllllll youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
I have Achmed on speed dial.
Torn to pieces in my head
Why must we fight? Can we not make love and not war? Guess not.
I take this spot by force and no sympathy.
Let's make this quick. You, first. Me, last. Got it?
