“Why did the chicken cross the busy road?”
“‘Cool’ did come up and bite me once.”
He picked his nose, but not his friends’.
They whacked him, but the undead love revenge.
We called him “Flash,” not for his speed.
“Today will live in infanty!”
“Infamy?”
“Yeah. That.”
Why did the squirrel cross the road? Nuts.
“Time is no object”
“You mean ‘money’?”
“No.”
“How can you live like this?”
“Good pension.”
Her mother wasn’t around before the lottery win.
He found solace in her crooked, malformed smile.
Multiple syllables, Multiple words. Devoid of acceptance. Nerds.
The thirty year old child actor wasn’t cute.
The monster picked up the bus saving everyone.
“Bagels and Brownies”
“You must not understand ‘healthy’”
“Ninja vs Monster. Who’d win?”
“Stealth over size.”
“Washington’s fake wooden teeth—”
“Can’t lie my foot!”
He hired convicts to put others in jail.
They legislated good taste for the fashion police.
“Where did ya hear that, Chicken Little?”
“Facebook.”