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Peeping Tom: A window fan.

Gold Digger: A girl who will date any man that can pass the asset test.

Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

Chef: A man with a big enough vocabulary to give the soup a different name every day.

He looks like the hindquarters of bad luck.

Never put all your eggs in one omelet.

Let’s split the baby with the bathwater.

“I’m about to hit the golf ball,” Tom forewarned.

Hypochondria is the one disease I haven’t got.

Isn't it nice to not have to look over our backs anymore?

Anatomy: Something that everyone has, but it looks better on a girl.

Dog Pound: A used cur lot.

Right there on the tip of my brain

“I’ve thought of another exception,” Tom rebutted.

Makes the hair stand up on the edge of my seat

Gardener: Someone who thinks that what goes down must come up.

That’ll separate the men from the goats.

“I swallowed some of the glass from that broken window,” Tom said painfully.

You have to take the bad with the worse.

Zebra: A horse behind bars.

Quadruplets: Four crying out loud.