Well, would you be impressed if a piano fell on you?
Etude, Brutus?
Sure, I’ll czerny out some more. Just show me the pan. Or we’ll have a seance with toothbrushes, for trance and dental.
My puns didn’t pan out, because my voice was the Bard reading his reviews. Alas, poor me! As the crones predicted at their bubbly seance, lack breath shall sleep no more.
Do horse doctors make paddock calls?
You mean to see if the kid really has a colt or if he’s a pony baloney?
After long days of giving speeches on the campaign trail, Roy Moore would often find himself feeling a little horse.
That’s washed up, like shores hit.
:: off thread:: I never know what the hell you are trying to say.
:: off thread:: It’s in the style of a cryptic crossword clue.
That’s horse shit, bass ackwards.
Now I’m feeling conch shellfish :o
I feel alittle squiddish myself.
Could you speak up? I think I may have a herring problem.
Be nice, I’m urchin you not to make anemone.
I’m working to get my friend Kip Addottaentry position so I’ll be off the hook.
With trout a doubt, you people have no sole; you should listen to more songs by salmon Dave.
I would offer a standard deviation from the theme of math but I have no variable.
Sharks, alive! I am reallly tired of this division.
I understand that fish learn math at school.