The boy went trick or treating, dressed as a soothing lotion. He was called Aloe Ian.
Nobutty knows what it’s like to have a small behind.
Hear about the play they staged at a cemetery?
It got grave reviews.
To preserve our marriage, my wife and I have a no pun relationship.
The deadliest kind of shrimp? Prawn-as.
Birds singing drives me insane. Please – don’t leave me to my own dove voices.
How does a short-order cook wish you good luck?
“Break an egg!”
It is treasonous to tamper with unlabeled stool samples. You will be branded a tray turd.
Being a soprano is a great opera tunity.

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