A renewal notice from his insurance company.
He better get hopping to it.
Blanch punctuated her opinion of Wiz’s opinion.
Weenus, go and serve him a nice cool bottle of tincture of ipecac
The only critter getting a legal professional haircut during lockdown.
Who knows what evil lurks in the mouth and nose of men? The Mask knows.
You warmed the space better than that fleeting sunbeam.
We could solve our energy crisis by reclaiming the air around our legislative houses – those politicians produce nothing but hot air.
Will we have a spring and summer when we can go bare and a mask is optional wear?
The clown is disguised as your new IT guy, demanding a part in the show with a routine that would leave the crowd STITCHES, or else he would leave your computer and data in DEAD SILENCE.