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Sometimes a steaming, quivering, twelve-inch sausage dripping with juices is just a steaming, quivering, twelve-inch sausage dripping with juices.
“Goodness,” she thought to herself when she saw the dropdown menus to the right, but shortly before she realized her error, “how interesting to put ‘display my member’ in a dropdown box!”
Okay, thought the cunning linguist, it’s easy for a person to say, “Who do I have to blow to get some service around here?” when talking about men, but how would you best phrase the same sentence when the business is run entirely by women?
“Cap’n, it’s been a long time since the crew have seen a good swashbucklin’.
He couldn’t believe bowling with something less than 10 pounds heavy would be enjoyable, so I needlessly had to remind him that “Bigger balls doesn’t always mean more fun.”
The man who loved rhyming was in luck Whenever his wife saw a duck “Hey, it’s really no crime To rhyme words all the time, Particularly when it leads to a coffee shop.”
I used to say that I wanted to move to Arkansas just for the eggs, but that’s not true; I want to move to Arkansas for the eggs, the nectarines and the raspberries, all of which were unlike any I had ever eaten anywhere else, and none of which is currently in my fridge *right now*.
She makes me earn my money, Makes me earn every nickel and dime; She makes me earn my money But I’m crazy ‘bout that overtime.
My mother didn’t understand why her children and husband began to laugh when she made her clue guess, and decided to write it off as “in eff able.”
“I wish that my fruit tree would grow a pear,” I thought as I sat next to my lady on the couch, thinking about… fruit.
The older I get the more I appreciate good sax.
Someone offered to buy my Bird-In-Hand for 3 in-the-bush, citing recent inflation values, and the likely hood that they will only rise over the next fiscal year.
Every time he drove by, Henry couldn’t help but wonder if other people thought it odd that the hair salon named Hot Box had gone out of business and had been replaced by a bookstore named Clares Nook.
The bbc good foods site suggested I dress my green bean salad with rapeseed oil.
It's hard to keep a straight face at the pet store when I ask the clerk if they have any fun toys for my weasel.
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