Where to? Wherever I end up, I guess.
And you don’t have to have them tuned every year.
I’d go with bomb disposal.
Now you have to pay to have a real piano removed. Can’t even give ’em away.
Reminds me of Joe vs the Volcano.
That’s a friend! Belittled one day, bounces right off and back to share treats.
Passerby can’t help but rubberneck at the scene of a horrible accident.
When you can’t spell your own product, this is the kind of thing that can happen.
Ah, they need to be ready when Jeopardy starts.
I think he’s taking a selfie.
In 1878? No, but the horse trough pumps had a dipper so you didn’t have to drink out of the trough and they all seemed refreshed.
And you don’t have to have them tuned every year.