Many excellent entries to choose from. This time I’ve decided brevity is the soul of wit.
Okay Prof.Pepperwinkle it’s up to you
“Whoa! That scared the dickens outa me!”
“Clarence, I don’t care that you’re from the future, and I don’t care that George Bailey wants a new newel post for Christmas!!”
“He only won in the eyes of the FAKE NEWS MEDIA. I concede NOTHING! We have a long way to go. This was a RIGGED ELECTION!”
Ebeneezer, ever the miser, refuses to relinquish his captured pawn.
The winnah!
Thanks Prof! Continuing the Christmas theme.
The ladies of the court, while impressed with Sir Percival’s invention, began to speculate that it didn’t have to be used EXCLUSIVELY in decorating the palace for Christmas.
And what happened next?
Well, in Whoville they say
That Starbarf’s great tongue
Grew three sizes that day.
How do I keep choosing duds?
Prof, you win.
Maybe it was just the weekend.
Next!
I just washed my hare and I can’t do a thing with it.
The end of the fight was absolutely hare-raising.
Having a bad hare day.
The rabbit Princes fought over who would be hare to the throne.
The real dance contests at Jackrabbit Slim’s weren’t quite as cool as Tarantino made them out to be.
Let’s go to the hop (oh baby)!
The happy couple upon hearing the news that the human died.
Richard Adams devised only a very limited Lapine vocabulary, so the rabbits learned Klingon and played “London QI is falling down.”