There Is No Worse Sound In The

I Am So Tired, I Can Hardly Type These Worfs.

Miracles Can Happen, Even To Those Who Are Small, Flammable, And Dressed All In Black.

They Were Almond Cookies, Although They Could Have Been Made Of Spinach And Shoes For All I Cared. I Ate Eleven Of Them, Right In A Row. It Is Rude To Take The Last Cookie.

If You Are Trying To Fool A Farsighted Or Dimwitted Person, A Veiled Facial Disguise Might Be Enough.

This Is Like A Cookie, It Tastes Like A Cookie Having Sex With A Doughnut.