Maybe the fumes from the black paint he uses to paint tunnel entrances on the side of mountains affected his math skills and he can't figure out what costs more a catapult or a burger. Cheers and happy weekend!
In my teen years, we had one of these things runnin' around the neighborhood. The kid that drove it was the son of a Plymouth car salesman, so he always had the coolest Chrysler Company rides.
The great big white know all Red Cob Rooster Cock Chicken that always bullies the little baby hawk bird....that's much akin to Randy D and how he like to hound me at times.... i just fink he likes a Fiesty little cute british bird with the attitude of a Rottweiler......Grrrrrr. Hehe