You’ve always been a krafty artisan, Beck. You certainly break the mold.
I always considered my friend an artisan when it came to making preserves, until one day she got herself into a jam.
Did she get canned?
That information is sealed.
With a kiss?
“I sooo hate French kissing,” said Tom tongue-in-cheek.
When Tom met Nanouk, an Inuit, kissing was most disconcerting.
I got a Kiss from my wife yesterday, it made me Snicker.
She must have had a Payday.
I used to work for Doris, but I had to keep asking her, “Where’s my pay, Day?”
Almost makes one want to drink a case of Syrah, Syrah.
Jeez, dude, whatever will be, will be, so stop whining.
Is that a Rock, I see?
If you have to ask, you must be pretty stoned.
That’s taking it for granite.
My sediments exactly.
Don’t be an igneous ramus.
Clear the slate!!
Are geologists hung like a horst?
Some are boulder than others.