I’m drilling for oil. It augers well.
I believe that, despite its name, ‘Crazy Glue’ should be taken seriously. But then again – I’m an epoxy moron.
A tire salesman must have an inflated sense of self worth, and be willing to live a pneumatic life.
It’s hard to make a living selling pancakes. I’m barely creping by.
I went to small claims court over a faulty bag of overly frozen vegetables; the case was heard by a just-ice of the peas.
In the Middle Ages there weren’t many transvestites. But there were knights who wore changemale.
Facebook stock plummets? I PO’D!
Finishing my classics PhD was like escaping from a labyrinth. Luckily, my supervisor was an expert on ancient Greek mythology. It was like theses and the mentor.
The French paparazzi accused the celebrity of bestiality. They claim he was caught in the boeuf.
They say the Q-tip was the perfect invention, but now that Swab 2.0 is here, it’s even more swab and sophisticated. Small wonder it’s cotton. It’s the product of the ear for 2008.