People who look at their butt in the mirror and see a wild boar may be suffering from an eye condition known as asspigmatism.
Whenever I see a broken elevator I tend to stair.
Discarded animal entrails smell absolutely offal.
Steamroller operators tend to flatter.
I come from a family of warmongers. I am belli bellicose to them.
Are you crooked? Don’t make me askew twice.
All the earth’s bovines could only fit in a rumination. That rules out Macau, but maybe not Cattleonia. Cows are inherently grazist, which, if herded together cud be a problem. Just thinking about this puts me in a bad moo. I think I’ll watch my favourite TV show Milkin’ in the Meadow now.
My failure to succeed in the water vapour business was a mist stopper tunity.
Arithmetic is sum times interesting.