It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to have to paint it.
If a word in the dictionary were misspelled, how would we know?
When I was five years old I was on a merry go round. There was a gunshot nearby. The horses stampeded. There I was running down the street on a purple wooden horse.
The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.
Ever notice how irons have a setting for permanent press? I don't get it.
Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.