A fat man’s flatulence is truly flabber gas sting.
I know a recovering voyeur. He is truly a man without peer.
When I told my family I was becoming a yoga instructor they looked at me like I was a mat man.
The gaping wound in my arm makes me want to kill myself. I have suicidal tendon sees.
If something drives you batty, relax, take a deep breath, and just say “I don’t give a flying fox.”
Cracked ova for breakfast have an eggs squeezit flavour.
Beer brewers are like punsters: they’re wort smiths.
Shania does her thing and Shania’s estranged husband does another and never the Twains shall meet.
When I went to the French poultry farm, it was a mess! The poulet everywhere.
Trump isn’t a politician. He’s appallitician.