He should still get his metal of honor.
Well, I for hun, and hunimpressed.
Cat purrched in the tree.
So me hearty, how old aarr ye?
I hope he went around the yellow snow.
Back in the day, it was called shellshock.
“Why don’t you stick around for awhile?”
Sometimes, life can be a real BIC, but things will get better.
And his wig is a throw rug. (Groan)
Tomorrow is arm day.