I'll meet you at the corner.

Just the people who are in charge of that decision.

Find out, after the break!

then a chair, then the wall.

Then you'll all be sorry!

He picks it up and throws it across the street. A year later the man opens his door and finds the same snail on his front porch. The snail looks up and says, "What the fuck was *that* all about!?"

They're the only things that do their job after they're fired!

But volcanoes are ash holes.