The cowboy, the knight, and Bob were confused.
He couldn’t run from problems so he walked.
The bakery closed over a misunderstanding of “dozen.”
George threw his scraps to the zombie moochers.
Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Zombie!
The zombies watched tv and rotted their brains.
He slept through his alarm and his wedding.
He feared the worst of fifth grade terrors.
Robin Hood actually preferred blue jays and t-shirts.
“Hey Stranger, going my way?” “Aaaaaah! Stranger Danger!”
“Mom! Want to buy a mostly used car?”
The man screamed and screamed for his Mommy.
The magician’s sober wife made his keys disappear.
“She left me at the altar… for yogurt”
“I used to fear zombies, now just loneliness.”
“You smell like fetid cheese.” “I love feta!”
His odor played its part in their divorce.
The pineapple told of loss and more loss.
The Zombie crumpled when I revealed my website.
“How about we start over? Hello, I’m Turd…”