I was way better at dodging than throwing, so would end up standing off against hurlers, one of whom broke my finger (index, not pinky) when I tried to block his shot.
Still not as weird as The Shaggs.
I’ve gone the George Carlin route and belch obscenities.
Ozzy is a don’t pick me upper, but whenever the wife sits down he’s on the back of the sofa scrubbing his head against hers.
Like Mr. Ed.
My cousin used to say, what did the melon lovers say to each other? “I cantaloupe”, to which the other melon begged, “oh honeydew”.
Now I’ve got Dan Hicks’s “I Scare Myself” stuck in my head.
April is the cruelest month.
I vaguely recall having an E-G-S-N-U grading system in elementary school in NY.
It’s also Black Sabbath’s second worst album.
I was way better at dodging than throwing, so would end up standing off against hurlers, one of whom broke my finger (index, not pinky) when I tried to block his shot.