“The Next Penetration,”
“Yeah, well, I have to leave this really dark, spooky forest all by myself.”
“He got the cold shoulder.”
To the dump, to the dump, to the dump dump dump…
“Dead ant. Dead ant. Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant…”
It read, Prepare three envelopes.
“Two cannibals sixty-nining.”
Blowing Bubbles.
“No, Officer. It’s a cardigan.”
“Sir, this is a Wendy’s.”
“Afraid not ma’am, he climbed out twice to take a piss.”
“You lose.”
“A smörgåsbord.”
You know, I dream of a world in which a chicken can cross the road without its motives being questioned.
“So what? My wife can do the same thing with a basketball.”
"Are you kidding? I’m telling everybody!"
“Now they don’t know where the hell she is.”
The “P” is silent.
“Not really, but you were Prime Minister twice.”
“Now it’s your turn to call. I need my garden plowed.”