I don't know it's lard to tell.
No one knows, they wait for it to burn out and follow it around for twenty years.
Put an apple on your head & stand still he'll Tell you.
It was too bright in here anyway.
None - the lightbulb has the capacity for its own revolution
The answer may shock you.
Who's asking
They ain't private ears. (I don't care if a six year old came to this first thirty years ago, it just came to me.)
Because he had been told to ice it.
A pork chop!
