(It’s supposed to be chord. But carry on).
There’s no rhyme or reason for why tools fall in love.
Fixing my post, then:
You might tell a buddy of yours who can’t quite let go of an earlier bad habit, “Hey, man, time to cut the chord.”
Cutting the cords is an essential part of shuffling.
Troubadours and cards were known for singing love songs in medieval courts, homes and marketplaces.
Underachiever Simpson? Quarterback Starr? The Bards I know of, real or fictional, are Americans of the present, not the Middle Ages.
Back in the day, before the do-gooders banned them, if a lawn bart hit you in the head, you could be DOA at the local emergency room.
After Dart Vader used the force choke on you, you’d consider yourself lucky if you just ended up in the emergency room.
Especially since there appears to be a darth of emergency rooms in the Star Wars universe.
Which means you’re likely to be headed for a dearth nap.
Ernie and Dirt sometimes nap together on Sesame Street.
The ocean liner RMS Queen Mary found her final bert in Long Beach, Calif., where she now serves as a hotel.
Berth isn’t final - it’s the beginning!
I’m sure** Birth** is historic and all that, but I thought the English first settled Australia at Sydney.
I’ve tried a lot of shampoos in my time, but all in all, I still prefer Perth.
When it comes to shampoo, “Any Pert in a storm” is what I say.
I could never keep kosher, because I enjoy port products like bacon and ham far too much.
That reminds me of a poll I’ve been meaning to post in IMHO. Does anyone know someone who actually uses a knife and **pork **to eat bacon?
When FBI Special Agent Carl Hanratty can’t remember the punchline for a knock-knock joke he tells two fellow agents in Catch Me If You Can, he ends up spluttering, “Go fork yourselves!”
I think you are thinking of George Clinton, who was not an FBI agent and was well known for bringing the fuck.