The sun is an airplane that crashes and kills everybody.
The sun is a potato chip. SUN IS A BUN OF HOT STEAMING MANURE CLOGGING UP A MOTH'S BRAIN
You smell like a burnt crumpet to be partially honest.
Will we Taste that Obese Legless Ant?
Our tongues are long, but long enough? The highway is licked clean by the tongues of human. It keeps feet moist and damp for journey. If you swing a tennis racket, you'll hit New Jersey. "notice"
"tub" It was a yowling beef.
Is the Sun an oatmeal cookie? Does the sun have a yeast infection? Can you swing tennis rackets until you die? Can you drink orange juice?
We're slowly decomposing.
Little piles of dirt.
Dignity decapitated (say the alphabet! How far can get???? Horrified eyes, Elmer Fudd.)
A merry dance gone wrong. The Irish dwarves tripping up on their own heads and batting wafer thin eggs into oblivion.