Why should you feed margarine to a farting parrot?
Because – it’s polly unflatulated!
Why should you feed margarine to a farting parrot?
Because – it’s polly unflatulated!
My boss is a pig. Whenever he drinks swine he gets squealy drunk and hogs the spotlight. What a boar. I wish he’d improve his deporkment.
My bizarre plans to become a marsupial are finally koalaescing.
I photographed a bear. It was a Kodiak moment. [Pun c/o of upcoming Punshine Ashley!]
The zoo knows that gorilla marketing can be very effective.
The world’s largest rodent-carving is absolutely hew-mongoose.
I was booted from the military for not changing my cat’s litter box, aka dereliction of doody.
Proof of my insanity was when I stole a dried grape from a cow: Textbook unraisin-a-bull behaviour.
I bought a faulty bamboo toboggan from a panda. The panda ripped me off. Now I feel bamboosled.
Small rodents have no identity. They are a nano mouse.