Her sorrow couldn’t be contained by ugly crying.
She wailed and screamed for lack of treats.
“No. Chain ‘mail’ does not make good armor.”
The roast wasn’t funny like the pig expected.
The cowboy tried riding Bessy to the fair.
The nocturnal gopher wouldn’t bring me my coffee.
“Out, out! Damn spot!” -Macbeth Carpet Company slogan.
“My teacher is an alien!”
“Yeah, he’s British.”
She laughed at his accomplishments, constantly and relentlessly.
The gargantuan monster just wanted a nice hug.
“Somebody loves you. Not me, but someone, somewhere.”
Mr. Wright was very, very wrong for her.
He longed for her. She longed for Twinkies.
He fought for her. She fought for sandwiches.
He longed for the day she’d be wrong.
The fake excrement soap was finally dubbed “sham-poo.”
Her happiness was eclipsed by his utter antipathy.
He couldn’t stop talking to save his life.
“His comedic timing’s off by a few years.”
His beloved wife beloved someone who wasn’t him.