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If I have fish for dinner, would that be “Salmon-chanted evening?”
If Dracula married Dolly Parton, would their wedding song be “Fangs for the Mammaries”?
If I had two pet salmon, I’d name one Ella, and the other Rushdie.
We have a beer fridge (ok there’s food and stuff in there too) out at the ranch where I keep my horse. It’s the Bar(n)…where everyone knows your Mane.
How do you make a good red wine?
Take away his propaganda pamphlets and tweak his nose!
While on the savanna, a regal cat told me it was safe to come up and pet his majestic mane.
I knew he was lion.
That’s a pun-ishable offence.
Aren’t any snails shipped by Air freight or train automatically escargo?
My first unorthodox mastubatory experience came when I became curious about a container of pickle flavored biscuit batter, but I never did get off well with that Dill-Dough.
I feel energized after playing with my cat’s feet. - It’s the Paws that refreshes.