My boyfriend constantly complains. We're going out tonight for an evening of whining and dining.

The Bolivian Death Marmot, a fearsome little beast, can spray its highly poisonous and corrosive gastric juices up to a distance of ten meters. Nevertheless, brave Death Marmot hunters capture and skin them for their beautiful (and quite valuable) pelts, and when boiled with yams, they can be mashed into a paste that not only cures baldness, but also tastes exactly like buttered popcorn.

Indeed, Riff, in fact - when banged around with a pestel and mortar it's better than viagra; least ways, it is suppose to have certain, err, effects - just as is popcorn in the back row of the cinema, (well, so I'm told.) ... ;-)

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Helicopters fly by repelling the ground away from them because they are so ugly.

My solar plexus stops working when the sun goes in.

All cows are called Colin.

This is how "Colindale" got its name.

All pigs are called Birmingham.

. . . except me.