Well, are you?
I think so, Brain, but burlap chafes me so.
I think so, but won’t the nuns object to the taste of rubber?
No.
Who would clean up the mess?
I think so, but me and Pippi Longstocking… I mean, what would the children look like?
I think so but my tutu is at the dry cleaners.
I think so, Brain, but where does the garden hose go?
I think so, Brain. But how will we get the squirrel learn calculus?
I’m pondering whether I should come up with a clever Pinky pondering, or post what I’m actually pondering…
Eh, why not cover both?
1: I think so, Brain, but where will we find lederhosen at this hour?
2: I’m pondering whether I should post One-Syllable Challenge II now, or give the first one a bit more time (I’m leaning towards the former).
I think so, Sane, but where am I going to come up with a convenient nonsequitur?
Who’s Brian?
I think so, Brain, but how will you convince Bill Gates to wear lederhosen?
(The beauty of this gag is that you can throw out any two or three non sequiter items, and the audience has to fill in the gaps with their own dirty minds… 
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I think so Brain, but what will Colin Powel think when he sees the monks’ trousers?
I think so, Brain, but balancing a career *and *a family? it’s all too much for me.
I think so Brain, but who would want to continue this, this thing in the bathroom?
FYP has throughly ruined my mind…
The answer to “How does a pizza sound?” is “Exactly like a giraffe.” No sound at all.
I think so, Brain, but how will we get the penguins to clean themselves off afterward?
I think so, Brain, but everybody on the Federal Reserve Board hates the smell of schnickle. Remember the last time…