Understand: vets will X-ray your zebra, at below cost.
Duh.
Try again: start with “V” and see how far you can take a sentence. Come on, you can do it…
Talk to your Orson doll - that’ll help.
Verily, we’re X-men yet!
Will <XD> zap a body crying “D@mn, every freakin’ gol-darned hour I jump kittens laughingly (meaning no opportunity presents satisfaction. Thanks, U very worn X)”?
X-ray your zombie, anyone?
[OK, my entry above was a disaster and obviously the work of a person who lacks enough chocolate in her diet. Pretend it’s not there. I’m never trying that again. 
(:smack:]
Yettis zonked a ****brown cat down east for good.
Zaftig Yolanda (X-rated woman) valued underwear that’s sexy, returned quaint, picturesque organdy nighties, modeled lewd, kinky jazz-influenced half-garters, flirted every day, chesty bra-less actress.
You are my hero, Prof. BRAVO!
Awesome, And it really shows what the Professor thinks about.
Betting that turns racy now. Saucy, even.
Chutney, hollandaise, or béchamel?
Dipping sauces, no double dipping, please.
Endive sauce, preferably caramelized.
Fondue feast, with forks, Fontina and Focaccia bread
Get on the gravy train!
Hey, do they still make that dog food?
Iams? They make Bachelor Chow now.