I have a famous beer belly. Someone even wrote a novel about it: The Pilsners of the Girth.
There’s a new learning method tailored for fat kids: aka the Brontessori schools.
Tying a sheepshank is plain knots if you ask me.
I tried to help after the spit massacre, but there were no salivas.
When ungulates are making headlines, must be a slow gnus day.
Wide men can’t jump.
If your child has no father, you must go to France and hire a no-pere.
Being Scottish is an addiction. It’s quite haggis-forming.
Hell is on strike. The workers are demon strating.
True story: Oedipus‘ mom was diagnosed with Porkin’ sons.