Convention goers at the pencil conference were nodding off during the long-winded speech delivered by Mr. Sharp, the industry’s No. 2 man. He took forever to make his point.
Two curmudgeons were discussing the planetarium show they had just seen. One said the show was amazing. The other grunted and said, “Most of it was over my head.”
Sam tried to get a job at a casino but they didn't have a slot for him. It was a bit of a gamble anyway.
Why was the horse so happy? Because she lived in a stable environment.
The soap-eating cult was swallowing lyes in search of the truth.
There’s safety in Numbers, but I prefer Deuteronomy. (I LOVE that one!)
I don’t enjoy hanging out at the pancake house. That place gives me the crepes.
“Come see my fishpond,” she said coyly.
Sam was going to invest in a poultry farm, but he chickened out at the last minute.