I ate a mildly fermented orange. Will this kill me?
I directed a whore who is new in town to a place to get her acrylic nails repaired.
I stocked up on a whole ton of birth control for the day it is declared illegal.
The cat punctured my exercise ball. I shouldn’t have thrown her anywhere near it. Now I realize all the howling was just to warn me not to eat the deadly orange. Sorry, Cat Lassie. Nothing a little duct tape won’t fix.
I had my hair cut by the Sally Hershberger of Lowell. Next week she is going to bring out my inner bottle blonde. No wonder that whore sought me out. While I was in the salon, a man came in and assumed the asian stylist did massages. What an assumption! I know she really runs a counterfeit Harry Potter ring out of the back of the place.
Zellweger forgot to add fabric softener.