The Last Supper – the afterparty.
She should do a snow dance on her manhole cover.
Don’t forget the opticals, like a casserole recorder and torsion barbers.
You know it’s going to be a major snow storm if the TP aisle is sold out.
When the milk carton starts mooing, that’s when you have to start worrying.
I’ll bet he’s glad he doesn’t have to sell Edsels.
Good thing it wasn’t fresh shark.
Replace Isis with China, AL-Qaeda with Russia, and you’ve got it.
Now introduce him to books.
If your excess collection of mathgrid problems collapses, is it a Tsundoku sudoku tsunami?