He really should have fooped when he popped up.
Please! Stop it! I beg your pardon.
He’s been telling everyone that he’s at Penn State.
And the store next to that is Cheeses of Nazareth. And God knows what comes next: oh yeah, Lord and Tailor.
You shouldn’t throw out your back or your brain. You might need them some day.
They’re just being sheepish. They do that a lot.
He had best have long legs or it would be a drag.
Short arm inspection.
We may have to settle for moth balls. Where are my tweezers?
Don’t I wish I lived there. No, I live in the realm of King Andrew. By the way, what is a turn signal? It’s nobody’s business where I’m going.