You can hide, but you can’t run.
To the handicapped guy who stole my bag …
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You can hide, but you can’t run.
It runs in our jeans.
It’s a pity they will never meet.
I’ve found a job helping a one-armed typist do capital letters.
It’s shift work.
I bought the world’s worst thesaurus yesterday. Not only is it terrible, it’s terrible.
So what if I don’t know what Armageddon means? It’s not the end of the world.
I bought my friend an elephant for his room.
He said “Thanks.”
I said “Don’t mention it.”