Back in the '60s, my favorite breakfast cereal was Quisp; I didn’t much care for Quack.
You hate the Quake? I love the Quake! I’m looking forward to meeting the Quakette.
That story was Dutch, wasn’t it–the little boy who stuck his finger in the Drake?
As a kid, it was fun to make loud, annoying noises by sticking playing cards in the spokes of my dike’s rear wheel.
Did anyone bike the sound it made or did they all hate it.
Soldiers who suffer from mental problems might be dismissed from the service with a Like referral.
It says in the Bible, “Ask and ye shall receive,** psych** and ye shall find.”
Too many burritos, Cisco; I’m seek as a dog.
Rainbows and sundogs don’t exist – they’re merely a sick of the light.
Yeah, you couldn’t transport them in a pickup trick.
How many trucks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?
Call it what you will - Podunk, Nowheresville, the boondocks, the licks - I just hate being out in the country.
After the first series of plagues, Pharaoh punished the Israelites by forcing them to make sticks without straw.
Sometimes in Vietnam War movies you can hear the soldiers refer to kilometers as “bricks.”
The baby kept me up all night with click.
Hey bartender, mix me up a gin and colic!
The toddler just loves “Hooked on Tonics.”
By the time I get to** phonics**, she’ll be rising. . .
Phoenix, whoa, whoa, whoa. Phoenix, whoa, whoa, whoa. Feel you again in my arms.
Feelings Cat is watching you masturbate.