When the Pirates of the Caribbean ordered my death, my mind went plank. I knew I was in Depp ship.
death
By mistake I went to Dr. Jack Kevorkian for cosmetic surgery. He recommended a noose job, said I’d be just like the youth in Asia.
During my time as an executioner, I made sure to be head of the game, by acquiring a unique skull set, from the time I was a guillotiney bopper. I got gallowing reviews which was always excellent noose. Even though I hung my clients out to dry (though sometimes I got them stoned) I never faced the firing line. Of course, the work is no longer shocking; these days the business won’t survive without capital injections, which makes meĀ sigh at night. My goal nonetheless is to fill every day with poisonable experiences.
The leading cause of death among pathologists is coronerary heart attacks.
After they were massacred in the Clone Wars, there was a darth of jedi.
William Tell shot his son in the skull. What a bow-in-head maneuver! It made him quiver. After Tell had an unmistakable arrow tragedy around him. And he spoke with a twang.
When someone runs over a cat, and it has to be cleaned off the street, who picks up the tabby?
All political speechwriters should be sentenced to death by electoral-elocution.
Hotel to die for: the Westin Peace.