Pubic-hair wigs are traded on the merkin-tile exchange, but I think it’s just a front for the muffia.
Clothes you can’t take off aka linger-y.
A Scottish cat, aka a plaid o’puss.
I got a bad haircut in Stockholm. Now I’m parting in such Swede sorrow.
The 70% off sale at the coat store caused quite a frockus.
Those who wear earmuffs aren’t afraid of lobal warming.
I can sew, knit and cross-stitch. Darn knit all, I’m a triple thread!
Wigmakers have the best customers – they always want toupee!
How do you seduce an equine? Easy: start by taking off zebra. They whinny until they’re horse.
My hair is a train wreck today. I call it Frinzi Frohan.