50 pounds.
About 12 letters
One's gotta pee.
Me: Steak, please. W: How would you like that cooked M: By anyone other than my wife
Lock them both in the trunk of the car for an hour, then open it up and see which one of them is happier to see you.
She starts fitting into your wife's clothes.
I need some space.
50 pounds and a flannel.