The proper order of things is often a mystery to me. You, too?
Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!
The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.
Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a ferret were about to dart up my dress, I'd run.
I'm afraid I have to expel a rather ferocious hairball. You're on your own, girl.
If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.