Seven. It *has* to be seven.
Build a house next to it.
Some people may call it a log journal, while others call it a diary-a.
One, or two? One, or two?
Two. One to hold the ladder and one to screw your mother - I mean light bulb!
None you know of. Since they signed a Non Disclosure Agreement to not talk about it.
I don't know either, I walked out early too.
Because seven "ate" nine.
Ten. Aye, aye, arr, and the seven seas.
Only one, but they have to turn it on and off 50 times before they're sure it's fixed.
Because when he turns his girlfriend on he has to turn her off again three times.
