Playing the Herpsichord
The Sins of the Father
Uncle John’s Band (“band” pronounced “van”)
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That's an awful unlawful falafel.
-grace à Jeffy Lung
Classic from Andrew Saladmoney, "Where there's a will, there's a chance."
Regarding the fossilized Sabrmetric Tiger skull?
Where the guy goes, "Doctor, it hurts when I do this." And the doctor says, "That will be an $80 co-pay."
Regarding the naive interlocutor's query, "Where am I going and why am I in this handbasket?"
Where the she-wolf, hunting it's quarry, is unwittingly hired to excavate stone?
Is there an extant author considered the seminal Seminole?
When reminded of his college-era quip, "Sometimes being human is a crock of sh!t," my now thirty-two year-old friend Jason was heard to say, "When was I ever so optimistic?"
Where MLB shortstop Pedro Florimón is confused for some kind of Pokemon?