Author: Anonymous Page 26

You hit the nail right on the nose.

Dog Kennel: A barking lot.

It's so far removed, it goes right over our heads.

Nursery: Bawl room.

A Canadian is sort of like an American, but without the gun.

I thought I wanted a career; turns out I just wanted pay checks.

“I invested in a hi-tech startup,” Tom ventured.

Adolescence is the time in life when a youngster is well informed about anything he doesn’t have to study.

Never ask a barber if he thinks you need a haircut.

Durable Goods: Those that last longer than the time payments.

Fine Print: A clause for suspicion.

Television: A watching machine.

“Your tears simply do not affect me,” he observed dryly.

Announce: Thirty grams or a sixteenth of a pound.

It's on the tip of my frontal lobotomy.

Time may be a great healer, but’s it’s a lousy beautician.

Astronomer: Night watchman.

Dyselxics Have More Nuf.

Archbishop: An ecclesiastical dignitary one point holier than a bishop.

“Sorry, what I said was a no-brainer?” asked Tom absentmindedly.

Time rolled up like a scroll, while the plague nibbled at the edges of their years.