This photo of a chicken nibbling my butt has an unusual ass-pecked ratio.
Scarecrows don’t frighten me nor do their empty threads.
I want to askew why you’re not straight with me.
The first chickens to use Twitter lived in ancient @hens.
For every level of grief, there is a tier of joy.
If you see a heavy woman, tell her she’s light, because that’s how you treat LED.
Translating billboards is a difficult a sign meant.
Which fruit must be courted traditionally? Cantaloupe.
I used ‘veranda’ as an expletive. It was a porch choice of words.
Are you crooked? Don’t make me askew twice.