You ever heard of [evening] [mouth]? I've heard of "morning mouth." I'm just trying to think of a name for what I'm smelling coming from your direction right now.

Good [evening]. That it may be, but we don't serve wizard-folk in here. Now you'd best take yourself and your [magic wand] outside.

If you don't leave town before nightfall, I'm going to drop some pistol rounds on your shoes, little elf.

Don't you think that the moon looks a bit like an elf's shoe this evening? It sure does.

So, what do you think of that extra [moon] that they put up there? Personally, I think it's one too many.

Our narrow fellow continues on across the cleavage of two large breasts, still searching.

So how many [drops] do you think we can get out of this [little] chicken foot here? he asked. Too few, I'm afraid. Far too few.

I see your little footprint, little dove. You can’t run from me forever, little dove.

His elder brother placed [ten] [spikes] all around the box. You're not going to get to look at my adult magazines until you learn to overcome your fear of needles, bro," he said. "That's all there is to it."

You know what it means to be under about the "[elder-brother-mouth]" curse? No. What's it mean? It means is that you must not have an elder brother. 'Cause anybody that's got one knows ALL about it.

Why's everybody call your elder brother "[mouthlegs]" anyway? Why? Shoot. I mean, just look at him.

Say, did I ever tell you 'bout the time [mama] tried to pierce my ear with a [shellfish] claw? So that's how that happened? I was wondering.

Call me "mama," she said, pulling him close and hoping that we wouldn't notice the unusual arrangement of her breasts.

He said that a bag of marbles makes a good substitute for a [woman]'s [mouth] in a pinch but, personally, I never could appreciate the likeness.

"And this," said the philosopher, "is the great and eternal conundrum of woman and child: that to be fond of the one is to risk the other."

Woman, get out of my chair!

The doctor noticed the problem right away. "Madam," he sighed, "I regret to inform you that your child is not complete."

"Doing these exercises regularly will minimize the chance that the doctor will need to use hooks to extrude the child from your cavity," said the midwife.

That night, she complained yet again that the head and foot boards were too long, and the mattress too narrow. "I warned you before you married me," he said, "that I am not skilled at craft."

If you [bound up] a number [ten] like a child, is it still a number ten, or does it become a child? We believe that it becomes a child at conception, regardless of the state of its binding.