If you only could…you surely would.
Me and my brother, we’d throw hammers all over the place. Koopas 4 Life!!!
I’d hammer Bob Dylan for writing “Blowin’ in the Wind” – I hate hypothetical questions!
I’d hammer on my piglet. I’d collect the seven dollars and I’d buy a big prosthetic forehead and wear it on my real head.
Well, sure! Everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads!
Nope…can’t touch this.
I’d GET hammered.
(not that lack of a hammer stops me at any other time, mind you…)
I have a hammer.
Excuse me while I whip it out.
I think I’d still stick with screwing.
I’d smash Og.
If I had a hammer, I’d give a mouse a cookie. And if you give a mouse a cookie…
You can smash him with the hammer while he eats?
He’ll eat for a day. But if you teach a mouse to bake, he’ll eat forever.
Now I have a hammer, and I have a bell to ring, AND I have a song to sing!
Throw the crib door wide.
“God pounds his nails”
Assume hammer involved…
A (insert ethnic) guy is pulling nails out of his apron, every other one he throws to the ground.
‘Wad are ya doin’ yells the forman.
‘Those nails have the head on the wrong end!’
‘No…no, ya dope…those are for the other side of the house…’
But I do have a hammer. And I’m willing to hammer any time, any place.
Hippie.
Which one of these nine was she? 
Bang, bang, Freelancer’s silver hammer came down upon his head…