Zubenelgenubi has five habitable planets, all made of Stilton cheese.
Phlegmatic smurfs sauteed with wildebeast are scrumptious lickins.
“Dr. PoopiePants, what a fine and dignified username you have.”
Payback is a squid.
Y’know, I kinda miss the smell of my foreskin.
Thank you, but I can’t really take credit for the name. My great-grandfather, Ludwig Scheisseunterhose, upon arriving at Ellis Island in the mid-19th century, was advised to Americanize his surname in order to be taken more seriously in the Land of Opportunity.
The pseudomonas aeruginosa descended my loop of henli with trepidation.
Please, uncle, bequeath me the peppermints and not the Renoir.
Give me the chicken or I flood the world, bwah-ha-ha-ha.
Bored of Eurasia, sub-commisar Maxine Davidivich destroyed the gloating vampire.
James Cagney spoke fluent Welsh and had an Economics degree.
Ah yes, my Huguenot ancestors, Merde-de-Chien-sur-le-Bâton, experienced the same thing.
By Order: No orange pogo sticks on Tuesdays in Lent.
Consuming the meteor he thought, again, of the skull’s eyesockets.
The Oscar for Best Actor goes to Pauly Shore.
Breathe on me again - I just love your halitosis.
On reflection, I believe that is true. So, to increase the level of difficulty, lets say you get bonus points for making your unique sentence using the least number of words/letters and no proper names.
How about:
Id ate.
Feel free to continue with the longer versions…they tend to be more humorous.
CNN Report: A microscopic snowball composed of boysenberry-flavored lava and pterodactyl pate graciously crushed the ancient Celtic suburb of Boca Raton next month, as throngs of transsexual Ainu astronauts enthusiastically wept.
:dubious: 
:eek: :smack: :mad:
SHORT VERSION: Micros comboy graced Cel-Rat sex astro. Details to follow.
Basal cell clown farts write their own tickets.
“Ladies and gentleman, your Valedictorian, Jessica Simpson.”