I was drafted into the dance fight army.
Genre: Comedy
The hungry bear made chili with the campers.
“Table for two… sorry… I meant for one…”
The sporting event was more important than life.
“You’re a loser.” “Good come back… errr… Winner.”
The man lost in the game of operation.
“Welcome to the Love Wagon…” “That’s a scooter.”
“Did it hurt when—” “I kicked you?” “Owwww…”
“What’s a girl like—” “Lookin’ for you.” *PUNCH*
“Do your feet hurt?” “Your ego’s about to.”
The drag race was different than he’d thought.
He’s the alpha male of the zombie horde.
As mayor the talking dog added fire hydrants.
The talking dog said his campaign was “rough”
He lost the election to a talking dog.
“Zombies have corporate jobs. The apocalypse is official.”
She chose to love a weirdo, regretted it.
The man wasn’t as cuddly as the monster.
Frankenstein left his arms at the gun range.
He loves. She loves. We love. You hate.