[Oly, I’m puttin’ that one into my personal pun file.]
The Western half was the Caesarian section.
Caesar Salad is another description for a young Gaius Julius.
Recently, I threw up while on a jog after eating two salads, proving that it’s dangerous to run with Ceasars.
Upon the tumultuous breakup of the Republic, Rome thereafter suffered from a post-traumatic Caesar disorder.
Attila and his armies fought the Eastern and Western Empires for control of land which were Hun-wanted.
One day in October, Augustus Caesar was standing on the balcony in his palace, watching the leaves drop silently from the trees. He was witnessing the fall of the Roman Empire.
I know what happens in the fall, I read about it in a leaflet.
Many people take a trip right before Fall starts.
Every September I visit Mr. Usher’s place in New England for a few weeks. I love to watch fall from the house of Usher.
From what I understand, the tenants of the house of Usher do not like their landlord, which lead them to coin the phrase “fuck the Poe lease.”
But just before that they were Raven all about it.
Still, it’s nothing to crow about.
Unless it involves a murder!
When two crows are together is that an attempted murder?
Jokes about killing people are not funny unless they are properly executed.
I can never get the hang of telling 'em.
Hamlet’s father was a victim of an ear whacks.
I thought Hamlet was the story of a small pig.
A pig let that happen.
More pig jokes! I’m getting boared.