I call them real modders. On a less serious note, I love climbing into small suitcases, I can hardly contain myself.
When some terminally ill kid decided to throw a TT Level 10 out the window, they diagnosed him with a case of flu.
i'll be laughing the whole way. oh, and just to clarify, you don't have to post a one-liner to enter the competition.
Why was six afraid of seven? He wasn't. Numbers aren't sentient and thus are incapable of feeling fear. (I already have the game, so don't count me in. I just wanted to share.)
NO!!! BECAUSE 7 8 9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 HAHAHA! Ahem. (also don't count me in, I'd just be giving it away again)
What do you call a man with a spade in his head? You call him an ambulance. He may have fractured his skull. (I'll stop now).