A mugger attacked me with a sharp tool, but I knocked him out with a stale baguette. This proves that loaf conquers awl.
violence
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.
Somebody punctuated me in the face, and I ended up in a comma.
Last night I fought a tree. I was punch trunk.
Magician’s assistants are highly sawed after.
If you are attacked by an artist wielding an etching tool — run! For you are engrave danger. Seek refuge in your local embossing.