It was a really good Monday for being a Saturday.

Being unacquainted with the chief raccoon was harming his prospects for promotion.

While on the first date he accidentally hit his head on the beam.

He waited for the stop sign to turn to a go sign.

Rock music approaches at high velocity.

The light in his life was actually a fire burning all around him.

He wondered why at 18 he was old enough to go to war, but not old enough to buy cigarettes.

It’s never comforting to know that your fate depends on something as unpredictable as the popping of corn.

As the years pass by, we all know owners look more and more like their dogs.

You bite up because of your lower jaw.