The other one answers: -Oh fifty dollars, like everybody else, why
whispers into microphone* Please help me, I don't even know these people
Answer: Odor Odor in the court!!!
A snowfake.
Me: Paid administrative leave.
Two! But don't ask me how they got inside there.
Me: *Remembering dropping my phone on my face* "STOP ASKING ME ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!"
He knows where all the naughty girls live.
They both know when you are sleeping.
They're dollar coins, because a quarter is two bits, which means a dollar is 8 bits.
A dollar
A: Everybody in the neighborhood is going to the pharmacy for penicillin.
Everybody I don't know. All over the planet I guess.