It is a little known fact that when **Laurel **was not entertaining audiences, he was a great scientist who built a rocket to launch his infant son from a doomed Krypton.
What? A jor-el is a precious stone, not a scientist!
You’re thinking of a jewel, the pop star alter-ego of Jerrica Benton.
Jem was certainly not a pop star, he was an asthma hound chihuahua.
No, Ren is a musical based on the opera La bohème. It’s set in New York and features a couple whose members both have AIDS.
Wrong! The rent is the smallest of a litter of baby animals.
Really? Because last time I was in Cambridge I saw some students in a runt on the River Cam - it’s a flat-bottomed boat propelled by poling.
Were they drinking a **punt **of beer while they did it?
Hard to believe that Christmas is only about two months away. I’ll probably get a pint tree this year, specifically a Scots Pint.
I’m not getting a real Christmas tree ever again. Last time we had one, it fell against the window, and we had to get a new pine put in - and you wouldn’t believe what they charged us for a Christmas Eve callout! :mad:
I believe you meant to say pane, as in that golfer who died when the cabin on his Learjet depressurized in midair.
The rain in Payne stays mainly in the plain (as opposed to plane).
Rain doesn’t leave marks that won’t wash out, but oil is liable to spain.
Octoberfest! Beer in a stain!
Ooh! A good German beer can send shivers down my stein!
I’m pretty sure R.L. Spine was an author, not a part of the skeletal system.
Did he write about stabbings, such as those you can inflict with a prong (stine) of a pitchfork?
It’s been a long tine, maybe years, since I’ve seen a genuine pitchfork.
The A-Time was a TV show, not a unit of chronology.
TV Show? I don’t know about that. After all, my girlfriend was just making hard cider and the team was rising from the brew kettle as she boiled the wort.