Flatulent flatfish.
Terrible Tommy the Two-Tongued Toast Taster. (Former acquaintance.)
Somnambulent slime slide. (Like an avalanche but stinkier, and tends to snore more.)
Hand-to-hand wombat.
If I said you had beautiful brown eyes, would you quit trying to eat my brain? Just curious.
Commie kitty say "Mao". Camo kitty whisper "Moo".
Another holiday season in the Northwest, revealed by the scooped out muck pits where children have been making mud angels.
The night crept up and lay down next to me. My luck at work again.
Muffins — what are they really good for? (They'll never replace baseballs, for example.)
Tangle wangies.
Fur turds.
Half-assed fast gnats.
Mouse houses.
Harry Hatsmo, dynamic haberdasher and shampoo magician.
Klingon Clangers.
Red-faced rotifers.
Mom's home-made muffin huts.
First-class rat sass.
Preamble Postamble, pot wiper by trade, all-around nice guy by court order.
Sing me home to Jesus.
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