Seeing as you're an old man now, have your dingleberries started hanging dangerously low now considering every time I see a picture of you you're wearing shorts of some description?
Pizza or Pasta or chicken.
Failing the obvious choices, Hamburgers.
Was your dinner fried, Kentucky style?
No
No (SPOILER)I have the dingleberries of a 19 year old
That's not a yes or no question!
No
A spool of thread in a beehive served by Warwick Davis dressed as Samantha Brick?
Cocktail weenies?
I'm going to go completely left-field and suggest that you didn't have dinner last night.
Therefore, nothing.![]()
Ramen, and a fifth of jack.
Corn dogs?
Was it a meat?
Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho'(though) the soldiers knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.