Stop licking telephone poles – post taste!
accidents
Every time I scrape myself, I have a bigĀ cell abrasion.
I swallowed a large pair of earrings. Can the doctors remove them? I remain hoopful.
I went to Damascus and, stumbling around drunk, got impaled upon some jagged glass. Immediately I felt Assyrian pane in my side.
Chernobyl radiation victims can no longer sue. There is a statute of limb-mutations. The defendants will be held armless.
Someone overturned my port-a-potty! So I pressed litigation, hiring lawyer John Flip Sues-a
Don’t vote for candidate Rick Yoot! If you do, you’ll be Elect Rick Yoot-ed.
After the nuclear accident, the ground seemed to glow, almost as if it had its own floor essence.
Wasn’t there an oil rigger in that group, the Spillage People?
The universal language of foot injuries, ie A sprained toe.


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