No, I’m thinking of a stoker, a hydrothermal vent - it may be black or white.
Oh yes, the smoker - the favorite playing card of every child, as it’s usually the wildcard that wins the game.
Whenever I need to buy or sell stock, continuing my fabled dominance of Wall Street, I just call my joker.
I think you may need to be a little more specific, broker is just another word for a guy so you could be calling anybody.
My grandma always said, “If it ain’t bloke, don’t fix it.”
I heard the broke of tree frogs last night - Spring is coming at last!
If you smoke too much weed you might be just one croak over the line, sweet Jesus, one croak over the line…
Standing over the line to get on the train this morning with monthly pass in hand reminded me how in the past you used to need a toke to get on the subway in many cities.
My username is taken from a somewhat obscure character in the works of the great philologist and author J.R.R. Token.
What the Hell are you even Tolkien about?
Hey, keep the disagreements to the Pit. After all, the Gulf of Talking resolution that led to the U.S. escalation in the Vietnam War took place back in 1964.
When I was a kid, I liked nothing better than playing with all of my rugged little Tonkin trucks out in the sandbox.
Heh. And it gave us a phrase that has passed into the language. Who can forget Del-boy telling Rodney he was “such a Tonka”?
Were they playing Plunker, you know that children’s game with the straws and the marbles, at the time?
He could play with marbles, ride a bike, play the banjo. Those Muppetmasters did amzing things with Kerplunk the Frog.
Speaking of amazing, did you see that Kermit that was in the sky the other night? Not often that such a visible ice ball with a fiery tail gets within 100,000,000 miles of Earth.
I didn’t know Wallace’s dog Comet could fly.
Any frat boy could tell you, if you drink too much booze too fast, there’s a real chance you might Gromit.
On the other hand, composing a vomit is an extremely effective strategy frat boys use to woo sorority girls.
Yeah, I suppose a frat boy has worn a sonnet on his head, maybe as an initiation or prank.