Are you pondering what I’m pondering?
Because I think so, but there just isn’t enough jello in the world to fit inside the Grand Canyon.
How about chocolate mousse?
I think so, but how do we convince the bison to wear the little red ankle-high socks?
I think so, but where will we get five thousand little hats with bells on at this time of night?
I think so, but where are we going to find green lederhosen and 300 black olives?
I think so, but if it was only supposed to be a three hour tour, why did the Howells bring all their money?
I think so, but this time, you put the trousers on the chimp.
Crap! No sooner do I post than I remember my absolute favorite:
I think so, but if we didn’t have ears, we’d look like weasels.
I think so, Auto, but where are we going to find rubber pants in our size?
I think so, but isn’t Regis Philbin already married?
I think so, but me and Pippi Longstockings? I mean, what would the children look like?
We tell them how cute they are.
I think so, Brain, but who wants to watch Snow White and the Seven Samurai?
I think so, but I thought Montana outlawed it last week.
Well, I think so, but if the plural of mouse is mice, wouldn’t the plural of spouse be spice?
I think so, but every time I tried it, the turtle died.
I think so, but won’t the dogs mind being painted green and strapped to skateboards?
What if we layered it with whipped cream? AND used all the different flavors of Jell-O?
Yes, you pervert.
I think so, but wouldn’t that many snack cakes in one place reach critical mass?