Let's have an opera of burps!
Yesterday I looked up a bad word in the dictionary. The F word. (What did it say?) I don't remember. (So we looked it up again. Intransitive verb, transitive verb, noun, AND interjection!)
I think of Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday as even days and Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday as odd ones. I don't know why.
(Sometimes you have tantrums when you don't want to do what we ask you to, Julian.) That's because I always plan out my days.
Double-pleases help you get what you want.
A man walks into a bar and says ouch. Why does he say ouch? Because he walks into a bar!