“There’s too much morning in this morning.”
Morning
“There’s too much morning in this morning.”
“There’s too much morning in this morning.”
“That’s a bear angle.”
“You have DSP: dipshit sensory perception.”
Nurse: “How are you today?”
Patient: “Slowly sinking into the wind.”
Nurse: “Thank you for being my love.”
Patient: “Well, I feel a lot of ways in that forest.”
“Who left that door open? I’m going to find them and rub blisters on their butt with my foot.”
“You’re not Dorothy, you’re lost in horseshit.”
“Will you go with me to shock the day with gusto and meaning.”
“You’re not doing anything but feeding me a charged particle.”
“I’m on my way from coming up through the north of screw you.”
“It tastes terrible in the shade.”
“I don’t know if you’re friend enough to want to oil the crane.”
“I feel like giving you a $600 pill to buy toast.”
“I can never get the recipe for raspy carrier.”
“I’m a beautiful tullah blue in the margins.”
“You’re where I go to make a mess of everything.”
“I already had three lunches this morning.”
“The only thing that can be done is wavy and crackzy.”
“These little stumpers are really getting into Dad’s environment.”
“We’re lost friends with love laces on.”