I'm going to invent a language where every single word is onomatopoetic.
Embroidered on the front were the words, "Well, at least the closet's clean."
From the makers of "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!" comes the delicious new "Looks Like It Might Be Chicken!"
Why do we give children baby dolls to take care of? We should give them old-people dolls; get them ready for your retirement as soon as possible!
In my version of Apocalypse Now, Colonel Kurtz is posting obsessively to his LiveJournal, and Martin Sheen needs to talk him down in the comments without getting spammed by his creepy friends.
The new housing development had streets with names like "Frightened Rabbit Rd" and "Indian Burialground Ln".
He hacked into my pacemaker and made me love him.
My trash can is a shrine to synchronicity.