I also love Fat Donny, but the guy is a misnomer, because he is NOT fat. I need to take him to an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Why would you buy a canvas that’s painted entirely black from some other artist, when I’m selling one painted midnight blue? My creative innovation will save you $19.95.
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Globalist corporations could sell blindfolds that are see-through, and few would notice the defective product, because most have eyes but do not see. But they can’t hide inflation by keeping the price of a product the same, but reducing the quality and/or quality.
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I like the idea of returning to nature. But to me that means duck farming in the country, and not seeing cities and society decay and crumble under the burden of multiculturalism. If I’m in an abandoned place, let it be a creek, and not a cacophony of cracked concrete and crack.
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Pele popularized the bicycle kick, but I created the unicycle kick. It’s like the bicycle kick, only it requires more balance and one less wheel. It’s best viewed when the scent of freshly cut grass is on the breeze, and soft jazz saxophone is playing in the background.
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I now offer a vegan menu option for all those eaters whose stomachs are bigger than their brains. Order your meatless duck today and enjoy the wonderful flavor of soy.
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I am The Helen Keller of Love. I can’t see or hear it coming, and I know whether love is blind or if it’s just deaf in the eyes, because I write romance poetry in Braille.
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The boy on the left probably just heard you say you’re a VOTER, and the boy on the right probably just heard you tell him you’re taking him to The Cupcake Emporium. I can’t argue with the logic of both boys’ body language.
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I’m a Starbucks coffee connoisseur. You know I’m an expert, because I can’t distinguish between their java and muddy duck water.
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I was once swimming, thinking I was racing against Michael Phelps, and was like, “Whoa, buddy! Why are you trying to bite my leg off?!” Then I realized it wasn’t actually Michael Phelps, but was a great white shark, and I was wearing a bathing suit made from used Band-Aids.
