And I suppose you were expecting a Pun-chline? Perhaps I’ll deliver one tomorrow.
And I’m sure you know why you will never find more than 23 of us anywhere near a bakery.
I trying to gaze at my navel, but I can’t find it anywhere. And let’s face it, shoe gazing is out too.
Okay, so you are the white sheep of the Ardeidae family. You’re still an egret to us.
Good old Joey. There’s one like him in every crowd, always has to stick out.
If I stick this landing, the Olympic Gold Medal is mine, so no pressure.
Rumi was so right: “We eat the clouds and evening light.”
And then the Gallinule says, stay away from him or you’ll get cooties!
I’m imply gorgeous and no one seems to know who I am.
Man, I hate being a teenager. Spots on my face, the girls laugh at me. But some day, look out!