TOWN SICK OF DONUT FACTORY SMELL
D’ough!
Went for breakfast, now he’s toast.
Can I see a menu?
And I hollered, “‘Don’t look, Ethel!’ But it was too late – she done been incensed.”
“Does anybody know how to land an airplane?” Doesn’t matter anymore!
Grand Theft Puberty.
Whoa, whoa, fellas— why such a drastic move?
Geronimo!
Does this not strike anybody as odd?
I’d walk a mile to avoid a Camel.