I went duck hunting in a swamp. What a quackmire!
If you want me to put on clothes, just tell me wear.
Mollusk-shucking speed is measured in clam-eaters per hour.
The women are somehow bouncier, on the gal o’ pogos islands.
Furniture repo men have a come for table existence.
I swallowed a large pair of earrings. Can the doctors remove them? I remain hoopful.
The triumphant geologist shouted, “All your basalt belong to us!”
There’s too much pickled cabbage in my fridge! A bit of an overkrauting problem.
Surprisingly good at tennis is Eddie Vedder, but Roger is even Federer.
Winter. Spear. Pepper. I don’t mints words.