Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.
If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happen if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?
Last year I went fishing with Salvador Dali. He was using a dotted line. He caught every other fish.
There’s a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore looking like an idiot.
I didn’t get a toy train like the other kids. I got a toy subway instead. You couldn’t see anything, but every now and then you’d hear this rumbling noise go by.
I used to own an ant farm but had to give it up. I couldn’t find tractors small enough to fit it.
I saw a man with a wooden leg, and a real foot.
I saw a subliminal advertising executive, but only for a second.