The white water rafting trip was suddenly halted by the unexpected brick wall
He spiked his hair green to support his iguana
Nobody loves a pig wearing lipstick
The sign said there was road work ahead so he decided to speed up
There was coal in his stocking and he was thrilled
The ice-cream trucks bring back bad memories for all of us
You realize you’re not alone as you sit in your bedroom massaging your calves after a long day of playing tug-of-war with Grandpa Joe in the hospital
She could hear him in the shower singing with a joy she hoped he’d retain after she delivered the news
The book is in front of the table
She found it strange that people use their cellphones to actually talk to one another
I purchased a baby clown from the Russian terrorist black market
So long and thanks for the fish
Nobody loves a pig wearing lipstick
He had reached the point where he was paranoid about being paranoid
The secret ingredient to his wonderful life was crime
Art doesn’t have to be intentional
In the end, he realized he could see sound and hear words
The beauty of the African sunset disguised the danger lurking nearby
Cursive writing is the best way to build a race track
Nothing seemed out of place except the washing machine in the bar