I look just like my twin. But he looks different.
Looks aren’t everything. Just saying.
New Year’s resolutions go in one year and out the other.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, it may be senility kicking in.
Having sex in an elevator is wrong on so many levels.
…but it gives one such a lift!
…if you push the right buttons.
If you go down¿
How are you gonna get a little man in a boat in an elevator?
I thought about taking those moving stairs, but I didn’t want to escalate things.
I hate bananas; once you skin them and throw the bone away, there’s nuthin’ left!
You prudes are just determined to stymie the escalator orgy that I was so looking forward to.
Yes, we need to step things up.
Yes, we have no bananas!
I have to admit, sex on an escalator would have its ups and downs.
That ain’t the Earth movin’ under your feet.
I never wear my polka-dot underwear over my head on my many many rides on the escalator every day. I don’t like the stares.
Can we please get back to the topic at hand, which is. . .what, again?
Beethoven’s favorite fruit: Ba-na-na-naaaas
Composer’s favorite fruits? Perhaps you could make a Liszt?