If they killed all the sheep it would be a cull lambity.
Race me to that glass of vegetable juice, and I will beet you to a pulp.
When accusing an elderly comedian of assault, there has to be probable Cosby.
The magician nonchalantly stabbed his assistant, displaying remarkable slayed offhand.
Last night I fought a tree. I was punch trunk.
I used to put wine in my corn flakes. Then they arrested me on account of I was a cereal grapist.
When I stepped on a landmine, I felt defeeted. But there were violent protests in support of me – so I did enjoy some no toe rioty.
Magician’s assistants are highly sawed after.
Only when you are exposed to cannon fire, will you be one with the holey fodder.
A mugger attacked me with a sharp tool, but I knocked him out with a stale baguette. This proves that loaf conquers awl.