I wonder if molar bears ever have tooth issues.
You are correct. Thought it might be a bit ambiguous, but knew this message board would figure it out.
Marco! **Polar! ** Marco! Polar!
I once got up to 752-count on my polo bat before the little red ball came off.
I heard Sonny **Bolo **was good at paddle ball, at least before he married Cher.
As a kid, Bono Turkish Taffy was my favorite candy.
Well, as a kid I liked to line up** bonomos** in patterns, then tap one and watch 'em all fall over one by one.
Pancho Villa rallied his banditos and said, “Dominos, let’s get out of here!”
After the Technicolor yawn, my wife’s hair was all mixed up in the vamanos.
Mt. Everest is big, really big, huge huge huge, gigantic even - in fact, it’s absolutely vomitous!
EH–strictly for edification purposes vomitus When you’re feeling vomitous, up comes vomitus. 
BIP:
Spencer Christian was certainly a mountainous dog!
Ah, yes, I should’ve known that. Thanks.
Decaying trees in the forest will yield a rich bounty of mutinous, which provides nutrients for other plants.
I don’t find that “witticism” humus in the least.
Non-funny witticisms are as humorous as the grains of sand on a beach, or stars in the sky.
Yep, those stars in the sky sure are bright – they’re very numerous.
Sometimes when I get away from the city and see the huge mass of stars in the sky, I get a very dark and forboding feeling that something luminous is happening.
You want a dark and foreboding feeling? Try sitting down to breakfast with a big bowl of ominous grits.
I’d have gotten home sooner, but the priest’s hominy went overlong, and we were an hour late getting out.
That dog’s face looks just like its rear end. That is one homily K9.
My late grandmother’s house was small, cozy, and eminently comforting – in other words, quite homely.