Going inside and asking for a coat hanger.
The number of the car that hit him.
A mode of transportation. :D
Because he was barefooted!!!
92 to 86." "Who's winning " I asked. "92"
For resisting a rest. I'll take my coat
In the croakroom !
You have to drop the bomb twice before they get the message.
They were my friends. :(
Having to go inside and ask for a coat-hanger.
They lock their doors and windows.
He always had treble finding his keys!
They can both be fixed with a coat hanger.
They spent the first nine months of their lives dodging hangers.
They always go to the hanger.