He’s in critical condition—I guess we’d better start banning canned food and socks, to make our streets safer:
I’ll wait until he gets better (may God help him) but then I’m going to have trouble not laughing.
Not much funny about this, a can of pies and just a bit of force is enough to kill a human being as seen from his condition. This is how black jacks got made originally.
Good for her! You can still laugh; nkbeth; the other one got away and hasn’t been apprehended. There’ve been a rash of home invasions here lately; I wonder how a can of Progresso soup (bigger and heavier) in a pantyhose leg would work?