Had to belt it out quick, Beck. It was a clothes call.
Diarrhea is hereditary. It runs in your genes.
Quiet, or I’ll cuff you.
Oh pleat stop this!
Catholic priests and JCPennys – both have little boys pants half off.
What a waist!
Should I make an off-the cuff remark?
What are you, pulling my leg?
This subject seams unsavory.
Then I’ll just zip my lip.
No need to put a sock in it.
You could button your lip, you know?
Oh, snap!
I’m not finding this current tangent as fastenating as the others.
Me, I’m hooked.
How did that elephant get in my pajamas?
I gather you’ve sewn this up.
You’ve got me in stitches!
Don’t buttonhole me like that!
And let’s quit the knit picking.