I must look like a sucker. The bank teller gave me a lolly-pop.
Bank tellers are such gossips.
They should put their gossip in check.
I washed my jeans today and inadvertently laundered some cash. Shhh! don’t tell the Feds!
My parents hand me down their clothes when they don’t want them anymore. For example, half of my jeans came from my mom and half from my dad.
I always got my older brother’s hand-me-downs, but his jeans always smelled like farts. I called them “Inherit the Wind.”
You should listen to stories about old jeans. They’re riveting.
When I was a kid my mom would buy cheepo jeans that would leach out their color. People were always saying bad jeans run in our family.
My sister Jean called, she’s blue.
I know. I red that somewhere recently.
My least favorite color is purple. I hate it more than red and blue combined.
Once I mediated a argument between yellow and green but eventually got them to call a chartreuse.
I imagine their positions colored their respective arguments.
I once asked my brother what color is a combination of yellow and red. He said, “I dunno. Orange you gonna tell me?”
“Hello, I am Indigo Montoya, you bleached my favorite pair of jeans, prepare to dye.”
Don’t expect him.any time soon. He’s tye-ed one on.
The store ran out of my favorite laundry detergent so I had to roll with the Tide.
If it works well, you can climb on your soapbox and tell the world.
Just make sure to keep it clean, Mister!
Don’t press me.