I Don't Understand Noses; They Don't Make Any Scents.

I don't understand noses; they don't make any scents.

Do chalk outlines on asphalt count as concrete evidence?

so someone once called my old english teacher immature (because at this point he was spinning around on a wheely chair) and he said:

“Yeah, but the truth is we never really grow up. We just masquerade as adults because that’s what we’re expected to do.”

and to this day that is the single most profound thing i have ever heard uttered by someone dicking around on a swivel chair

"Wool you love me?" said one sheep to another.

"I only have eyes for ewe."

The other responded, sheepishly.

Haunted French pancakes give me the crêpes.