The forty year old man called his Mommy.
Genre: Comedy
“You’re rubber I’m glue, anything you say… wait.”
“Hemorrhoid off the port bow!” “You mean asteroid?”
“The dinosaurs are zombies?” “Yes.” “That’s awesome!” “No.”
“My dreams’re filled with zombie dinosaurs” “Nightmares?” “No.”
“You’re so gullible.” “Do you really think so?”
“I lied. I’m really, really rich.” “Really?!?!” “No.”
“Hello, George, my love.” “My real name’s Harvey.”
“I’m your daughter.” “But… you cleaned your room?”
The zombies pressed forward despite the squirrel hordes.
The computer froze. “Should have vacationed in Tahiti.”
“Take me to your leader,” the Englishman said.
“What’s the biz, Liz?” “My name is Kate.”
George fell into a lost world of fashion.
“You’re always wrong.” “You always think you’re right.”
The senate’s first law was one disbanding themselves.
The ghost gave him a slimy wet willy.
“He calls clean energy the green power movement.”
“You thought puns were ‘totally appropriate’ in court?”
His change was her very cents of pride.