A snooker table
Adam Levine: I sold my soul to the devil. Interviewer: Excuse me Adam Levine: Practice.
Mayonnaise doesn't hit the back if my girlfriend's throat at 60 miles per hour.
The boy responds "Because he closes his eyes when he kisses me."
I'll keep an eye out for you!
A Sandy Hook.
Bull dozer
So she could walk across snooker tables without being seen.