I call BS.
12 ounce curls…
Said a flea to a fly in a flue… Said the flea “Oh what shall we do?”… Said the fly, “Let us flee!”… Said the flea, “Let us fly!”… So they flew through a flaw in the flue!
I hear the penalty for bigamy is having multiple mothers-in-law.
Thanks for the earworm… Hey baby, I hear the blues a-callin’ …Tossed salads and scrambled eggs… Oh My / Mercy / Quite stylish
Whispering sweet nothings in her ear….
Probably AAA, as in American Automobile Association. You’ll need them for a tow when the battery dies.
Sounds like ol’ dad might have been pickled with his pepper like Peter Piper who picked a peck.
Maybe it’s because you’re a quarrelsome, belligerent, disputatious, pugnacious, confrontational, and antagonistic old hag.
Or tripping…
I call BS.