How can you down there survive with such short necks? You even need help preening.
Joey, isn’t it sad to think that the people down there don’t see the humor that they have to crane their necks to see us.
When I catch him sneaking up on me, he says, “What, you got eyes in the back of your head?” I just say with this neck, I don’t need them.
You know I hate to disagree with you, but I’m going to stick my neck out here and say YOU’RE WRONG!
Man, it’s hell trying to find a turtleneck shirt that will fit me.
I do love sunset. Now if I could only get rid of this crick in my neck . . .
Man, I have got to see my chiropractor, my neck is killing me.
Don’t try and cheer me up, I’m blue today and that is just the way it is.