Well hell-if-i-know!
Boss: I don't know. Guy: I'm not coming in this morning!
When the old one expects you to "do your share"
Because you might get Sikh
Albums released through California penal records.
Hell if I know.
The Nobel Prize in Genetics.
Because whenever one started up, the big blades would go "wop...wop... wop" and the little blades would go "guineaguineaguinea".