
Who needs ribs?
Who needs ribs?
It eats the potato chips crumbs that fall between my couch cushions.
Bob knows where it’s at and how it’s done.
Tape your orifices shut so it can’t get inside you.
Well, we dug halfway to Hell. You don’t want to see what comes out when we get all the way there.
With the power of static electricity -The most dangerous kind!