Lufthansa: the German company for people who ask questions in public.
In times Roman, if a child was not brought to the baptismal font, all helvetica broke loose.
Breast implants are Parton parcel of a celebrity career.
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.