They are, but only if you want to be called a jackash.
Ear’s mud in your eye, kid.
“Hey, this coffee tastes like mud.”
“But is was ground this morning.”
Someone I knew choked on a tube of Chapstick. His body was embalmed. Someone else was crushed by a big tub of blueberries. He was buried. And still another person drowned in a vat of raw milk at the dairy. They cremated him.
I had a horse that died of a gunshot wound, so we had to take him out back and break his leg.
I had a kneiling young horse with no name that was crazy.
The horse went crazy from night-mares.
What a tail of whoa, I hope it didn’t stirrup too much trouble after it went crazy.
Well, I ran calling ‘Wildfire’.
The wildfire wasn’t in tents enough to harm campers.
We went camping on a mesa one year—it was a beaut!
While glamping we did beauty treatments.
RV really “camping”?
Do not buy a cheap shelter for cold weather or else it will be the winter of your discount tent.
“Cold weather.” “Winter.” Is this English? 
Sex in Bangkok is a competitive team effort. But the result is always a Thai.
Some people say that they like to be tied up with bungee cords for sexual purposes, but that sounds like a stretch to me.
I didn’t see much of my Dad growing up. He would always get tied up working late at his job at the rope factory.
Hangman was my favorite game as a kid.
Hangmen always keep their customers in the loop.