So… I beat my boss over the head with a pie chart. And they charged me with a graph-aided assault.
Anyone placed in a jar against their will has been vialated.
My friend Grant had his skin forcibly removed. What a flay Grant violation.
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.