It doesn't matter. He has to ask his wife first.
Because they want to.
All of them-----no one wants to be the charcoal-colored one.
Just one to hold the bulb while the world revolves around them.
He holds the light-bulb over the socket and waits for the world to revolve around him.
Nun
Tequila
Damn! I don't have spare keys either.
I think they all white.
Because I couldn't find a fake car."
if I'm looking at my phone I now reply, 'No. I am not Twittering,' in a sort of flat monotone. And tweet.
It doesn't matter, mine itches so bad it's on fire, providing plenty of light for everyone in the room!
Nothing. He's a positron."