I’d rather play poker than watch a sitcom. Last game I was delta strait flush.
I can’t keep it confidential: Leeks are basically giant green onions.
I saw a shoplifter take a leek in a vegetable market. The situation got, shall we say, messy.
That throws a damper on shopping for water cress.
Also watermelon.
Or Honey-dew melon.
Ah, but the melony lingers on.
I had a purebred dog named Baby who liked cantaloupe. She was my Melon-Collie Baby.
Melon* Alice* was a funny guy.
Sorry, Alice doesn’t live here anymore!
She’s working at a diner, just going with the Flo?
You can still get anything you want.
Bobby: Okay, I’ll make it as easy for you as I can. I’d like an omelet, plain, and a chicken salad sandwich on wheat toast, no mayonnaise, no butter, no lettuce and a cup of coffee.
Waitress: A #2, chicken salad sand. Hold the butter, the lettuce, the mayonnaise, and a cup of coffee. Anything else?
Bobby: Yeah, now all you have to do is hold the chicken, bring me the toast, give me a check for the chicken salad sandwich, and you haven’t broken any rules.
Waitress: You want me to hold the chicken, huh?
Bobby: I want you to hold it between your knees.
Maybe you can’t get anything you want. Perhaps lunch should come in five easy pieces.
I’ll bet we’ve all spent quite a few Nicholson lunches in our day!
If anyone disagrees with that they’re either a Joker or they’re full of Schmidt.
He’s done more than just those though. I have a feeling he’s played a few good men.
Though I once thought “A Few Good Men” was a tune by Handel, the truth is much weirder.
Here’s Johnny!
Beck, have you been downloading Torrance again?
All whack and no lay makes Jack a dull bone.