I bought my brother some gift-wrap for Christmas. I took it to the gift wrap department and told them to wrap it, but in a different print so he would know when to stop unwrapping.
I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.
If I ever had twins, I'd use one for parts.
Whatever happened to preparations A through G?
Like other kids wanted to become firemen or astronauts, I wanted to make people laugh.
I live on a one-way street that's also a dead end. I'm not sure how I got there.