Chuck Norris looks for me under his bed
I had a bowl of nails for breakfast. Without any milk -_-
I'm sorry. The nails get soggy fast and I am a slow eater.
Door nails, if you must know...
My dogs get them. It saves me money, I don't have to feed them that day.
I actually called nineeleven, told them to come get these dead bodies in my livingroom while the burglars listened they tried to run before I got off the phone...
i once killed and ant by stepping on it!
There isnt a soul alive who can withstand my gaseous functions
I don't even need bullets. I kill them with a stare.
Who do you think taught it?
Chuck Norris can beat that! He actually eats the bullets and farts them out at the speed of sound.