Everyone please diligently check your candy this year. I cracked open a snickers bar and not only did I find a copper ingot, but it was of poor quality.

Worse still, when my man Nanni confronted my neighbor about it, he was treated with disdain.

What sort of a bamboozingly story is this you are telling me?

it’s too late to make any improvements now

Thus, then, in our hearts’ honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg—a cosy, loving pair.

I don’t need to go into space, it’s none of my business. I’m a big Earth guy, I can’t get enough of her work. Daffodils! Are you kidding me? Bison! Miraculous. Sending a slinky down the stairs? Incredible. Mariachi music? Yes, please.

he ain’t sick; but no, he isn’t well either

We made a comic about deer.