I draw comics, son.
I think pubic displays of affection are illegal in most states. Typos, not so much.
This is a cool party trick!
I’m assuming they’re all whites. I bet they go through a lot of bleach up there.
We don’t need roads where we’re goin’.
“With my double-blade axe and my hobnail boots, I go where the timber’s tall; when there’s work to be done, don’t mess around, just sing right out for Paul. Hey, Paul! Paul Bun-yan!”
Did field mice sew their uniforms?
Eat a bunch of sugar would be enough for me!
Ope, there it is!
I’m always surprised they never say that to me, what with my reddish countenance.