I’m scariest when nude. I’m a grisly bare.
I want a job at Canada Goose. Guess I’ll have to learn coating.
I bought some metal boots. They lead me astray.
Knitting makes me yarn for the good old days. These days I have nothing but looming deadlines!
I ruined every tuxedo I ever had. In fact I admit to abusing far mo’ suiticals.
A well-dressed infant has a diaper appearance.
A man who won’t give you the clothes off his back is very selfish shirt.
She offered to hang up my headgear. I was immediately hatrackted to her.
When my kidnappers shoved a sock down my throat, I was filled with such clothing for them.
The inventor of women’s underwear should be in our panteon of heroes.