I tried to stop being bad at everything. But I was unsuck-sessful.
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(1 votes, average: 2.00 out of 5)Loading...When I pass the sugar, I do it violently. My nickname is the Hurry Cane.
(3 votes, average: 4.33 out of 5)Loading...I took a swing at the fog, but I mist.
(3 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...Yes, I will stab a sweet potato with a plastic pen to impress a lover of Shakespeare. I yam Bic-pen to meet ‘er.
(2 votes, average: 2.50 out of 5)Loading...Sitting down is something I chairish.
(12 votes, average: 4.67 out of 5)Loading...For every level of grief, there is a tier of joy.
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...People who don’t trim their hedges also don’t trim their flowers. They’re so lack a daisy cull.
(3 votes, average: 3.67 out of 5)Loading...I did you a favour and fed the singer of ‘Rolling in the Deep’. It was in Philadelphia.
(2 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)Loading...My visits tend to be brief. I know, it’s a short coming.
(5 votes, average: 4.60 out of 5)Loading...Let us not speak of my failure to open a jar. After all, I have pried.
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