So… I beat my boss over the head with a pie chart. And they charged me with a graph-aided assault.
violence
I used to put wine in my corn flakes. Then they arrested me on account of I was a cereal grapist.
Don’t discuss units of heat with me. I will BTU!
My friend hit me with a book. I said ‘Quit spine on me!’
A mugger attacked me with a sharp tool, but I knocked him out with a stale baguette. This proves that loaf conquers awl.
Anyone placed in a jar against their will has been vialated.
I took a swing at the fog, but I mist.
I was mocked for being insufficiently Scottish. They actually threatened to have me kilt.
If they killed all the sheep it would be a cull lambity.
Bottom feeters need an ass-kicking.