Kids reminded him of what he lost: Quiet.
Genre: Comedy
His campaign limped along on ego and hubris.
“With support from friends, both imaginary and otherwise…”
“Imaginary friends do too count!”
“But you’re thirty-seven!”
The vampire hid his love for red jello.
“I’d like to donate my body to SCIENCE!”
“I often beat jokes til they’re lame.”
“Yup…”
“Oh, the humanities!”
“That joke was funny… once.”
His naked resolve was rather unbecoming in daylight.
“Mom, yo-papa jokes aren’t really a thing.”
“Yet!”
“Then what does ‘friends with benefits’ mean, Dad?”
The potatoes heard about French fries and revolted.
“Babies are malevolent demons!”
“You’ve met my son?”
“‘Danger’ is my middle name.”
“It’s not ‘Clarence’?”
The mouse, duck, and dog conquered all media.
“You’re super beautiful.”
“You’re super dorky”
Love blossomed.
Auntie Em’s cyclone insurance didn’t cover munchkin labor.
E.T. helped the cow jump over the moon.
The dish and spoon’s tryst lasted one meal.
Hickory gawked as Dickery-dock ran up the clock.