When an antelope, an elbow and an equine all sell smores

2012 was the year that too many pickles were sold to twenty-one year old people of Hungarian descent.

The least melancholy soup stain has no melons.

If a person was to read a blog, then ride a unicycle three laps around a dysfunctional fountain, then throw darts to pop gold-coloured balloons, would that same person forget how to double-knot a shoe lace?

There are too many windows!!!