There’s a penis in my penne pasta. It’s my penis, but that doesn’t mean it belongs there.

“Today was so cold that the wind froze my words as I spoke them and they fell si…”

“Mrs. Indianapolis was in town again. She looked like a can of Sprite in her gre…”

“A brick represents a single unit, weak and useless alone, but useful and powerf…”

“The baby looks like an infant, he doesn’t look like anybody. He’s barely even a…”