Not the school of hard knocks. School of wet splooshes?
The spiders are going to eat him.
There are spiderwebs on him, if that’s any indication of time. Then again, considering the massive and intricate projects I’ve seen spring up between my car and the nearest vertical object between the time I get home from work and the time I leave the next morning, spiders do seem to be industrious little . . .
Oh do lets.
I like the joke, but what does a robot need with a hazmat suit? A car wash afterward maybe. . .
I resemble that remark.
I’m losing Brain Cells faster.