Wired barbs and telegraphed punchlines zing shot at easy pray and loose Canons.
Top Ten Wisdoms wasted on the clueless as they list and pass wind.
Holier than Thou shall not pass go, please pay before you exit.
Begat Hepcats cause pro-life hates other choices and gay old timers.
Joey Bishop, Father Time, Sister Christian, Mother Mary pray for me.
All the Kings men nailed all the King’s horses for thy kingdom come.
Alle-alle-in-freedom really is nothing left to loser’s never win.
Dance ballerina till the cows come home to roost or not to roost.
That is the question of the days of whine and rose from the dead.
Pop goes your weasel and peek a boo-boo until its all better.
Party down by the riverside on the banks are doing fine.
Saving coupons because green stamps come postage due.
Full speed ahead in foreclosed rainy day galoshes.
Riptides for those middle class puddle jumpers.
Sinking feelings about options and futures and bonds.
Shorter tempers, longer lines, whose turn is it anyway?
Lock the gate, change the password, check the shopping list.
Fill the car, scratch my back, let’s go see a show.
Where’s the Captain and Crusader Rabbit? Romper stomper now!
Holy Shit. Forgive us, father. Whatever art your name.
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