using scissors to yawn
A couch, the planet Neptune and a pregnant gerbil walk into a bar.
A half-used lozenge, a Climate Change Summit and everyone with seven letters in their first name walk into a bar.
The troposphere, a 1981 Cadillac and one-seventh of a piece of lint extracted from a semi-retired belly dancer walk into a bar.
I'd hate to be the bar owner.
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