Yeah but when she serves you a pint of beer, is there too much head on it? Is it too homey?
All those supposed “Scottish” accents in that movie were completely foamy.
Told a slightly racist joke to my Jewish friend the other day. Thankfully, he laughed and said it was actually quite phony.
Mr. Ears is my pet funny rabbit.
On every field trip, my elementary school used the bunny system.
I still don’t see why spreading buddy on you would keep you from being lost.
If it makes you feel** butter**, by all means.
Hey, better-better-better hey, better-better-better SWING!!!
Wife’s expecting triplets! Soon you’ll hear the batter of many tiny feet around our house.
Have you read Rowling’s latest? Harry Patter and the Endless Movie Franchise!
(Dear God, Prof, I just noticed that’s your 14,000th post in just about a year…!)
I can handle a potter and maybe the short irons, but aside from that I’m useless at golf.
[Yeah, these games can pad your post count in a hurry]
I’m such a ladies’ man. After dinner and a chick flick, she was like putter in my hands last night.
Trapper was always my favorite; you can have Winchester AND Col. Butter.
I’ll bet Maj. Charles Emerson Winchester knew more than a few Gilbert & Sullivan potter songs.
Well, it’s a full count, and the pitcher’s known for folding under pressure, so this patter is keeping a sharp eye out, and … nope, struck out.
Quite unexpected. I thought** Batter** (and Robin, too) was always prepared!
Charles Manson was a bat man.
My brother’s Econoline was broken down, rusty, doors falling off the hinges… just looking at it, you felt like it was crying with shame. It really was a bad man.
I’m guessing buddha_david was going for putty. (I.e. “putty in my hands”)
Back in play:
Robert Bad Van Powell was one of the founders of the Boy Scouts of America.
Yes, but “butter” also works. 
In play:
It badens me to think about all the hatred and violence in the world.