Want to sleep with your family? Better use a nap kin.
I ate too much garlic pasta. Now I have Italitosis.
I got demoted to working in a coal mine, which has put me in an un tannable situation.
Which Greek philosopher’s wife never shaved? Heraclitas.
I find teen vampire dramas have badly written, acne’d plots.
I have a famous beer belly. Someone even wrote a novel about it: The Pilsners of the Girth.
The man with pickle breath lived in a very dill adapted house, near Ogorki Park. He grew pink cornichons in his garden.
I quit drinking and took up showering: I’m clean and soapier.
Bending over in a prison shower calls for soaper second thought.
If you shed in my bento box, I’ll go tempura-hairily insane!