No thanks, I'm stuffed.
Because he was stuffed!
He was *out standing* in his field.
He wanted rich milk.
A jolly rancher.
Just one, but they'll ask for $15 an hour.
Asked the bartender. "From my husband," she replied. "But I thought he was out of town " he asked. "So did I!" she said.
It was stuffed.
He didn't understand Flossophy!
Bernadette ate all my dinner and now I'm starving!
Don't worry, the dinner's on me.