After the last dog they just ate.
Lock them both in the trunk of the car for an hour, then open it up and see which one of them is happier to see you.
Put him on fire.
Don't worry they'll tell you.
But most just have 4.
So the men can think of a solution in silence.
She remembers them by their last names.
An hour later you're hungry for power.
Food.
Son:We'll see Son:how does the turkey smell Dad : I guess through its Beak
Ghouldilocks.
On ChinkedIn of course. (I know the pun is racist but I had to share. Sorry.)
Chinatown
