Is that a classic dog and pony show?
You may want to clear your throat, Beck. You’re sounding a little horse.
Yep, ahem, his name is Charlie.
You may have a horse named Charlie but I’ll be you don’t have a turkey named Jive.
I’m afraid I have a scaredy cat, though.
Didn’t we already do cats one other Tom before?
Pull in your claws, no need to get your back up!
…she said archly.
My hated rival lives in a small apartment directly under the monument in St. Louis. He is my arch enemy.
Back in my days as a personal property appraiser, a museum called us in to value Gutenberg’s first cast font used in printing the Bible. It was the archetype.
When you were appraising it were you able to handle it all by yourself or did you need some archetype support?
Well, I have fallen arches, if you must know.
I had fallen arches so bad they had to do a double amputation. I now feel defeeted.
I always wear bare feet when I mow the yard.
Since we went metric, I now mow the meter in my bare centipedes.
I threw an empty milk carton on the ground but then remembered that it’s not okay to liter.
Two litre is twice as bad.
But to borrow? “To borrow, and to burrow, and to borrow,” as Macbeth said with a cold in his nose.
You are getting a little dug in there.
I understand Shakespeare had trouble funding MacBeth because he had a bank woe.