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Peeping Tom: A window fan.

Sex is like snow; you never know how many inches you’re going to get or how long it will last.

Bus: A vehicle that runs faster when you run after it and runs slowly when you are inside it.

Insanity: Knowing that what you’re doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can’t stop it.

Dirty laundry is coming home to roost.

What comes around, is all around.

“Our local clergyman has a toothache,” said Tom vicariously.

It ain't a pretty sight for the ears.

He is so fat… people jump over him rather than go around.

“I’m just an ordinary soldier,” Tom admitted privately.

I am having an out-of-money experience.

Smile: To expose a portion of one’s skeleton as a gesture of goodwill toward a fellow human.

Teachers: United Mind Workers.

Lawyer: Men whom we hire to protect us from lawyers.

Dating: An elaborate prelude to mating that fulfills much the same function as the sniffing ritual in dogs, but without its forthright honesty.

“This way to the seabird exhibit”, said Tom awkwardly.

Horse: An oatsmobile.

Love: Oceans of emotions surrounded by expanses of expenses.

Brute Force: When your brain doesn’t work, just keep beating on the problem until one of you dies.

She is so fat… the police told her to break it up.

I'd rather be rich than stupid.