I like the multitude of colours in autumn – at least before they all turn in to shades of brown and grey.
They didn’t give much love, also.
Those wigs were a flea and lice heaven.
They sound differently. The looking alike still allows genetic variants.
Some people like to think they are a genius. Which is fine as long as they don’t act on it and prove they’re actually the village fool (or the companies fool, the families fool, or some other groups fool).
Bob’s your uncle?
nana-nana, nana-nana, Suppr-man!
That trick is so nasty, even Ralph has no punchline.
In your days that might have been bulletproof, but they developed guns and ammunition further since then.
Maybe it’s just the election of the worst village-idiot.