I don’t want to dance if I get to Hawaii; I want to put on my mask, tank and fins and go hula diving.
The go-fer character on The Muppet Show was named Scuba.
Scooter fell out of favor because the alloy of tin and lead proved to be harmful.
Like Bob Barker used to say Be sure to spay and pewter your pets.
Anyone else remember the Pointer Sisters song Neuter Dance?
I love the smell of neutrons in the morning!
I don’t know how you would even know what the Napalm smell like since even if we decide to stipulate that they existed, those offspring of angels and mortals perished long ago.
Anyone else remember those Nephilim 66 gas stations? I haven’t seen one in eons.
Good morning, Mr. Phillips. If you or any of your I-M Force should be caught or killed, we will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This tape will self-destruct if five seconds.
The way I see it, a multitalented group of secret agents either phelps the cause of world peace, or it hurts it.
When I accidentally kicked my dog, he let out a painful help. 
I know it has its place in Asian cooking, but I personally can’t stand** yelp**. I’ll grant, though, that type of algae has potential as a renewable fuel resource.
Well you’re right, the Kelps are associated with the color green, but that’s because they were in what is now Ireland.
I’d rather be a member of some mainstream religion than one of those weird, wacky, out-there Celts.
Will there ever again be a team named the Baltimore Cults?
How come we put a man on the moon but never found a cure for the common colt?
Never would have said this when younger, but forty really isn’t all that cold.
“Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?”
from ***Old *to a Grecian Urn by John Keats
Hate to admit this, but I really did enjoy The DaVinci Ode.
Due to the cold weather lasting much longer than typical, I’ve been wearing my code this spring when I venture outside considerably more than in previous years.