our never-equaled and never-requested attempt at lame =
Baking bread =
is like the sun. It rises in the yeast, and sets in the =
I’m reading a =
horror story in Braille. Something bad is about to happen. I can =
Give a lawyer =
a fire, he’ll be warm for a day.
Set a lawyer on fire, =
he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.
I’m glad I =
know sign language. It’s pretty handy.
They said that =
it’s possible to get too much sleep. Snooze to =
Dr Bob Griffin =
Knows Me, This I Love!"