Motto, schmotto. Said the wrinkled old man from neath his crumpled hat.
Motto, schmotto, plotto. Said the even older and wrinkler man from neath his even crumplier hat.
Harold had a tough job. He was the man in charge of placing the caps on the smarties in order that they didn't melt in the sun. It probably wasn't the best idea, but at least it was an idea.
The payment rate for gameshow assistants. Your smilage is down, I'm afraid we are going to have to let you go.
Doris was on the edge, she could go at any moment. Harold was the unfortunate person to walk in on her and witnessed her snap in two as it all just got too much.
The way I describe my singing in the shower.
The names Ace, Ace Rimmer. Intergalactic Spaceace. I'm off to save the universe again. Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast.
Bill sat silently at the lights, his gaze was intently fixed upon the ruby light staring back at him. Unbeknownest to the drivers around him, Bill was the SpeedFreek. As soon as the light winked emerald Bill's foot slammed on the gas and he exploded away from the intersection.
Super Trooper beams are gonna blind me,But I won't feel blue,Like I always do,'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you.
Let's go surfin' now,Everybody's learning how,Come on and safari with me
Sabadoo, the original catch cry for Fred Flintstone, but was soon discarded due to the lack of Ys, and Ys are funnier.
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