I pulled my torso. It’s oblique situation. It’s not what I in tendoned.
accidents
The French-Canadian lumberjack cut his friend in half. He was accused of sawed-ami.
The ease of acquiring deadly ammunition in America has reach hollow point.
I broke my leg dancing. My new nickname is Saturday Night Femur.
My friend died from a bee sting. Histaminer suddenly changed. Too bad, swell guy, but it wasn’t anaph to save him. At least the puffins didn’t get him.
When our friend Paul was fired from a catapult, it really cast a Paul over things.
If Shakespeare were alive today, he’d write Oil Wells that End Well.
Getting your head chopped off by a glass shard is a real pane in the neck.
When a mathematician suffers a flesh wound, he should apply a Gauzian distribution of bandages. And remember to use Fermat pressure.
I started my business in a building with low doorway heights. It has a lot of ‘Oh, forehead!’