Something tells me that Mitt Romney's sex face is the same as his regular face.

Since the dawn of time, primitive humans thought, loved and had poetry. They also pooped on everything. It was horrible.

It might not be rational, but I am terrified of getting stuck in an elevator with a bear.

My father hauled boxes so I could get an education and earn enough money to pay someone to make me lift weights.

There must be a way to get more of these in me faster, thought the inventor of pea soup as he sat eating peas.

The circus goes from town to town, so why run away to join it? It should be, I've decided to wait for the circus to come.

Have you noticed since Global Warming took hold that all the snowmen look kind of angry?