It was a scoop of whipped butter, not ice cream, next to my Pancake Parlor pancakes.
I would not be greeted as a liberator by my family after riding my BMX through the living room window - despite my powder-blue towel-cape.
Kangaroo bites require tetanus shots.
Work out whether audience members have relatives that have been subject to, or involved in, grave digging before giving a Year 10 English presentation on necrophilia.
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I, too, have had a gigantic, unexpected mouthful of pancake-butter.
Wait - did I just write porn then?
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