I have a paper cut from writing my suicide note. It's a start.
Hermits have no peer pressure.
I made a chocolate cake with white chocolate. Then I took it to a potluck. I stood in line for some cake. They said, "Do you want white cake or chocolate cake?" I said, "yes."
I'm writing a book. I've got the page numbers done.
If a mute kid swears, should his mother wash his hands with soap?
I got this powdered water - now I don't know what to add.