Proctor & Gamble: a story of how I made my fortune invigilating exams, but lost it at the racetrack.
Dentists aren’t perfect; they are not without their floss.
Gossips are fun people, pry merrily.
My imagine hairy friend was quite hirsute.
Would a flower-powered car run on vase-oline?
I went to small claims court over a faulty bag of overly frozen vegetables; the case was heard by a just-ice of the peas.
Whenever I see a broken elevator I tend to stair.
Was Picasso into wedgies?
I made a Hallowe’en pun in January. Guess I spook too soon.
Did Art Linkletter invent cursive writing?