The outdoor landscaping industry is controlled by the Camorra mafia. It’s a mow Napoli.
Uber is in trouble because it doesn’t pay any taxi.
Pubic-hair wigs are traded on the merkin-tile exchange, but I think it’s just a front for the muffia.
The medieval monks were forced to bottle and vend their farts, as a form of sell-flatulation.
My socialist friend thinks that hiring non-union labour to build a partition is indie fence-able.
The 70% off sale at the coat store caused quite a frockus.
My friend took joint ownership in a grow-op, out in the Hempsteads. The place had gone to weed and needed grass, but after applying some THC–tender hearted care–it looked spliffy in no time.
Submarine captains are paid on a fee-for-surface basis.
True story: I invented a singing beer, went on Shark Tank to get funding, but instead was met with a chorus of booze.
Is my business just a cover for the Mafia? I take a front to that.