Women’s emotions are like a chicken pot pie … scald the roof of your mouth when you try to ingest them, the pain of which lasts far longer than the actual meal.
What do you call a fly with no wings?
Gadzookie! What a reference.
I suspect the tattooed lady is a tad leery of inviting primitives aboard her blimp now.
I miss Bucky.
Once he got going, the merchant was a pretty spry opponent!
And then the rabies kicked in and Monty ate the tree, thinking it was a brussel sprout.
And eventually, dear readers, Tesla visited Victoria so many times that her era was literally eaten up by time portals, leading to the Edwardian Era, which few recall with any clarity.
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The “Special Plate”? You mean I shouldn’t spit in the entree?