A skunk rolling down a hill with a pickle in its mouth.
Because he was dead.
Don't worry, I'm just amounting.
Walking -Jk Rolling
You don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Because he always looks down in the mouth.
Sir" from a distance.
Something that stinks and stings!
Because the door was ajar!
Human beans boiled legs pickled bunions and eyes-cream.