Call me STU and I will ignore you.
Did anyone else know that fear of nudity is “gymnophobia”?
Set it to music and your barbershop quartet could hum a few bars.
Y’all are simply indefatigable.
Oh, twicks! You and your verbal hijinks!
I don’t have a monopoly on hijinks. 
:smack: I just now got the throat-singing thing!
I think I’ll go hide under my afghan.
Afghans are best when made with worsted wool.