mc5 - ... so help me God.

My jars of pickle all just flew off my desk, politely waited until someone opened the door, then made off down the corridor.

[Thos] Ah. Nostalgia! My father was an All-Soap Ploughman.

The word "shallot" is too selfish to pass the sugar when asked.

My brother's trampoline has been knighted for services to raspberries.

I have a brother.