I sure hope it wasn’t because of crack.
I hate cocaine dealers. Always sticking their business into other people’s noses.
I laughed so hard at that, that I snorted.
Me too. I had a Choke and a smile.
I read between the lines and had no fun at all.
I tried to follow that line of thought but there were so many points I couldn’t keep things straight.
People who try to sail northward west of Alaska have to keep their bearings straight.
Polar bears?
Not sure about my new sat nav. I was in the local safari park, and it said bear left. It was clearly an elephant.
As Fozzie would say, “Right, frog!”
With a hip.hop beat!
Who’s going to jump all over that one?
Siam Sam’s sat nav landed me in a frog pond. Now my car’s been toad away.
That would make me hoppin’ mad.
Rib it! My standard order at the BBQ joint.
Careful, woman, too much of that stuff and you’ll croak.
Did you hear about the European amphibian of mixed ancestry? It was part-French, part-German, had some Italian, and was just a tad Pole.
I like a good pan of ‘Hoppin’John’ when its raining.
So when it’s sunny, the critics don’t pan that dish?
(Ooh, crickets!) Not much hoppin’ in, in here, lately.