I need the beans. When I found out about the beans here I found out I wasn’t alone. But there is room for Beef Stroganoff.
Like what if I was caught in an elevator with Mr Bean and the Devil. And he was going to kill us if one of us didn’t tork his meat? I’d say “Mr Bean, Stroke’em’off.”
I need the beans. When I found out about the beans here I found out I wasn’t alone. But there is room for Beef Stroganoff.
Like what if I was caught in an elevator with Mr Bean and the Devil. And he was going to kill us if one of us didn’t tork his meat? I’d say “Mr Bean, Stroke’em’off.”
I’ll see my way out.