Bursting with confidence, he rose. Adult diapers, I whispered.
Dependent clauses hit me up for spare change.
Re gifting Tabasco sauce is a deal breaker.
I shredded your poems, you cheating hussy.
His in-laws circled him and began moving closer.
The only thing we have to fear is estrogen shortage.
I can clear my throat in six different languages.
Which aisle is the imported irony?
Last one in has to pay the damn piper.
In the still of the night, an owl breaks wind.
If this line has more than ten words, spank me.
Give me your tired, your poor, your pole dancers.
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