The pineapple’s friends didn’t explain fashion to him.
“Intergalactic Space Monkeys from Mars!” “How’re they ‘intergalactic’?”
“I like the color.” “I like the price.”
“We’ve got a problem. The zombies can fly.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “What’s wrong?” “We’re out of sliced cheese!”
“I wish you didn’t smell so… so… interesting.”
Rover’s loyalty faltered when his master bought cats.
Just like that she turned into Crankasaurus Rex.
Heaps of cow poop outlined their “technology corridor.”
“Hey, Bahama Mama, wanna comma with me?” “Nope.”
The iceberg’s voyage ended with a titanic ship.
She longed for truth in advertising AND politics.
He said the punchline then started the joke.
He found them under the bleachers kissing chipmunks.
The fistfight ended in group therapy and hugs.
Upon turning sixteen, his daughter drove him crazy.
The car puttered out halfway between gas stations.
Someday my children’ll stop yelling, hopefully not soon.
She blanched. He really could play Blanch Dubois.
“What’s happening, little brother?” “Just some galactic domination.”