My vacation has me so relaxed I could best Deputy Dawg on lazy day.
The serial killer next door says he really likes our dogs. I think he means it.
Last night I failed to write a parody of Don McLean’s American Pie titled “The day the Twinkie died.”
If you give me the winning lottery numbers and the money to buy the ticket I promise I’ll cut you in for half.
I can speak to hummingbirds. They don’t understand me, but it amuses me to do so.