I think we should all be color blind. Or at least mouse blind.
One need not contemplate their own existence. Nor why Iâ€™m wearing a dress.
I think Iâ€™d eat zuchinni a lot more if it didnâ€™t have that goofy name. Oh, and if it didnâ€™t taste like poo.
What if Tigers looked like Butterflies?Â Do you ever shut-up?
Instead of driving a car, Iâ€™d rather drive a hard bargain, or the point home. And make sweet love to the point.
If there was a guy named Funny who wasnâ€™t very humorous, would he still be funny? Maybe if he got kicked in the crotch.
If there were no heaven, I think Iâ€™d eat a lot more cheetos.
Sometimes instead of saying â€œHello,â€? donâ€™t you just feel like saying â€œIâ€™m Batman.â€?
One of these days, Iâ€™m finally going to track down that bastard who keeps taking an hour away from me in the spring.
One time I thought an empty billboard was selling the color white. So I called the number at the bottom of the billboard and asked, â€œIs this the white store?â€? and the guy said, â€œExcuse me, thatâ€™s Caucasian store.â€? I didnâ€™t even know that was a color.