I hate Suffolk, England. I find every minute there Suffolk hating.
Month: September 2020
There’s a new hat that cures insomnia. It’s called the Slumbero.
Do Japanese fisherman write hook-u poems? Do MENSA members write high-IQs? Do doves write high-coos?
Motto of a necrophage: “Nice tomb eat you!”
Don’t discuss units of heat with me. I will BTU!
I love it when hipsters speak bad English. Please, kombucha the language!
I learned to canoe i-nu-tero.
The theatre director used the solidified carbon dioxide to cathartic effect. “By the end of the performance,” he predicted, “there will be no dry ice in the house!”
When the thief took off from the church with all the songbooks, the parishioners cried “Get hymn! He stole psalm-sing!”