“But Rochester’s white hots are the ones I most relish!” opined Oscar Weiner (a former mayor) frankly.
“You’re not going to hear from me between Good Friday and Easter,” said Jesus, dead serious.
“Why do I have to do this EVERY Easter?” asked Peter Cottontail, hopping mad.
“Well, at least you make your rounds in decent weather!” scraped Santa frostily.
“Has anyone seen the first songbird of spring?” Tom chirped.
“I’m offering all of you the chance to write your own ‘Trump tweeted’ joke here”, ElvisL1ves posted.
“What?! You fell into that ditch again?” shouted Cliff, condescendingly.
Hmmph! I must inform you that aviation goes back more than a century before the Wright brothers first flight!" said a direct descendant of the Montgolfier brothers, loftily.
“Has anyone seen my big white woolly coat with the black arms?” Tom asked sheepishly.
“Listen carefully, you stupid landlord. This time it has nothing to do with fleas!” I shouted, really ticked off!
“I am not going to support Broadway’s Disneyfication,” said Tom, Frozenly.
“I hated that production anyway”, said Peter, panning it.
“I hear the Snow White production is deep in the hole;” Tom said, belittling it.
"It was dwarfed by “Damn Yankees,” said Tom, devilishly.
“But it beat The Wizard of Oz”, said Elphaba, wickedly.
“Sheriff Woody was never my favorite Pixar character,” Tom buzzed.
“I’ve seen musicals from the weirdest source material,” said Tom, cattily.
“I wish they’d stop smoking in here,” Tom fumed.
“Or at least use those e-cigs”, Tom continued, vapidly.
“Why not fight fire with fire and break out your old corn cob,” Mrs. Tom piped up.