Ehh. This week's batch ain't the best, but it's been a rough week.
10.15.25 - The apron was so plump, it was practically a spoof.
10.16.25 - My doctor’s advice was to avoid fatty pasta, but she said it in a catty way, and her clothes looked rather ratty, so I ate my ravioli happily.
10.17.25 - The group of vegan zombies started to growl that the soy brains were gross.
(Feel like there's a "plants vs. zombies" joke to be made here, but, eh.)
10.18.25 - The critic had labeled his haven of games as “fakey”, so the manager paced as he waited to see if his opinion held water.
10.19.25 - The girly drinks served at the bottom of the slide did belie that the park was perhaps not the ideal spot to drop off your kids.
(Unless you want them to be drunk.)
10.20.25 - If you claim to have no limit on how low you can go when playing limbo, you better have the skills to back it up.
10.21.25 - Every whale that went through detox had a tepid debut.
(Whales hate 12 step programs.)
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