Joke 'em if they can't take a fuck.

The priest then turning toward the bride, inquired:

"Wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband, etc., etc., so long as ye both shall live?"

To which the bride, throwing aside her veil, answered, firmly:

"No! Not if he were the last man and I the last woman on the face of the earth and the human race was about to become extinct and the angel of Gabriel came down from above to ask it of me as a personal favor."

The effect of this outburst, this revelation, this explosion, may be imagined but can never be adequately described.

Your pants didn't get smaller, Mommy," I assured her. "Your butt got bigger.

Have you ever been at a point that you don't know what to say? But yet you came up with this crazy idea to type this.

Board the cows! We've come to enslave your marigolds.

Then the high king carefully turned the golden screw. Once: Nothing. Twice: Nothing. Then he turned it the third time, and the boy’s ass fell off.