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Racehorse: A barn athlete.

Loose lips sink like a rock.

As the smoke clears at the devastated detention centre, an investigation reveals how officials ignored the warnings that they were sitting on a powder keg.

His nose is so big… he has to lift it to eat.

Childbirth: You get to go through thirty-six hours of contractions; he gets to hold your hand and say, ‘focus… breathe… push…’

Racehorse: A fast means of redistributing wealth.

Osteopath: A man who works his fingers to your bones.

Nothing is so fallacious as facts, except figures.

Deficit: What you have when you don’t have as much as if you had nothing.

“I compliment the company that makes the Macintosh computer,” said Tom applauding.

Cravings: An excuse to gluttonize your way through pregnancy.

Forger: A man who made a name for himself.

Don't bite the hand that lays the golden egg.

She's skating on thin water.

“Rasputin and I are lovers,” said Nicholas bizarrely.

“I see,” said Tom icily.

Jesus loves him, but he is the only one.

“That’s not how you draw a circle,” he criticized her roundly.

Travel Brochure: A trip teaser.

Vaccine: A microbe with his face washed.

It’s all moth-eared.