Send in the fire brocade!
That’s a total fabrication.
But it felt so right.
Tell me moire.
This thread is laced with humor.
That’s why I make sure to stop by here doily.
When I first saw it, I satin awe of the wit.
When my uncle Roy died his wife had him cremated and she put his ashes in an old fashioned milk bottle. Now when people come by she always shows them her quart o’ Roy.
I waled in laughter at that.
I have joined a fabric-worshipping cult and am now a Satinist.
'Twill be the death of you.
Muslin we continue these puns? I don’t cotton to them.
I mistakenly threw my wife’s epilepsy medicine into the washer instead of fabric softener. Now my clothes don’t fit.
::so good we’re all to busy laughing to add to it::
I mistakenly poured some Prozac into my car’s gas tank. Now the pedals won’t depress.
I mistakenly bought some shoes from a drug dealer. I don’t know what he laced them with, but I’ve been tripping all day.
I took a drug once that made me feel bloated and aggressive. I think it was an amfatandmean.
I finally found a website that helps me deal with my skin condition. What a relief! It was a site for psoriasis.
The fruit spread I put on my toast this morning made me sick. My doctor said I had a mar-malady.
In North Korea the government puts a small aliquot of orange marmalade inside every radio. As a result, all foreign broadcasts are jammed.