My dyslexia has just hit a new owl.
I went on a once in a lifetime holiday. Never again.
I’m addicted to brake fluid, but I can stop whenever I want.
Don’t you hate it when people answer their own questions? I do.
I was at the bar the other night and overheard three very hefty women talking. Their accent appeared to be Scottish, so I approached and asked, “Hello, are you three lassies from Scotland?”
One of them angrily screeched, “It’s Wales, Wales you bloody idiot!”
So I apologized and replied, “I am so sorry. Are you three whales from Scotland?” And that’s the last thing I remember.
I saw two kids fighting the other day, and as a mature and responsible adult, I had to step in. They didn’t stand a chance.
Exaggerations went up by a million percent last year.
Velcro – what a rip-off.
I have kleptomania, but when it gets bad, I take something for it.