I guess you could call me an Eightheist.
I told her she sounded just like my wife.
It was an apple but with extremely limited memory. Just 1 byte. Then everything crashed.
Pull the pin and throw it back.
You stay here. I’ll go on a-head!
It looks like rain, dear.
So I hit him with the dictionary.
One, or two? One . . . or two?
Cause then it would be a foot!
So I threw a coconut at his face.
Just in case there’s a salad dressing.
It might Pikachu.
Because they can’t even.