I hate Suffolk, England. I find every minute there Suffolk hating.
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!”