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Let sleeping ducks lie.

Matrimony: A knot tied by a preacher and untied by a lawyer.

“I bought myself fifty hamburgers and I’ve only ten left,” said Tom with fortitude.

Hors d'oeuvres: A sandwich cut into 20 pieces.

“I wonder if this will unlock the palace gates,” said Tom kinkily.

Conservative: A liberal who has just been mugged.

“This salad dressing has too much vinegar,” said Tom acidly.

“I punched him in the stomach three times,” said Tom triumphantly.

Like other occult techniques of divination, the statistical method has a private jargon deliberately contrived to obscure its methods from nonpractitioners.

Job: A place where you work just hard enough to avoid getting fired while getting paid just enough to avoid quitting.

Ice Fishing: Winter fishing method in which anglers use a variety of specialized equipment to catch colds.

It was so cold… my shadow froze to the sidewalk.

“No, I won’t give you a note saying you’re excused,” said Tom unwaveringly.

Censorship: The power of the suppress.

“That horse looks like a good bet at 20 to 1,” said Tom oddly.

“I don’t want to rewrite this in prose,” said Tom aversely.

Brilliant sunshine rained down on the city.

She's so skinny, she has to run around in the shower to get wet.

Fruitcake: The gift that keeps on giving.

Delta: A river with its mouth full of mud.

Liberal: A man who feel’s it’s his responsibility to spend a Conservative’s money.