I bought a castle from a fat nobleman. I heard I could get a hefty viscount.
The Vatican ordered that the corpse of every future saint be blown to bits by artillery fire — “Because,” said the Pope, “they must be cannonized.”
Somebody offered me free coffee. I said, ‘Wow, that’s like winning the lattéry!’
Cats with spots may be forced to join a leopard colony.
Which broadcaster was too horse to read the news? Chevalter Kronkite. He was offered some water, but said ‘neigh‘, even though he knew it would stirrup trouble.
When I suggested that washing your clothes in the toilet is a good idea, I was met with in crud dull a tee.
Frightened bovines act cow herdly.
I drank too much bouillon and now I pee soup.
Can ice cube trays be improved? You’ll have to undertake a freezability study.
If I were a tree, I wood like poplar music. Especially Spruce Sprigsteen. Or Johnny Cash’s Balsam Prison Blues.

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