Does this mean I don’t have a terminal illness?
They knew they were getting close when they passed the dam.
Start a singing group together. The OK Chorale.
She’ll just end up in an endless string of cereal marriages.
No time. Too loose.
He’s suicidal because he got the boot at work.
No doubt taken by a cereal offender.
Plus the kids glasses have a bridge.
Even worse, it’s kale.
Did you here about the outdoor gear store that had a big sale in January? They advertised “The winter of our dicount tents!”