Because Happy Hour ended.
A handshake!
Orangu-Tang.
She was running out of things to read.
The baby grows up and learns to stop crying.
Baked ham.
This is the end.
They thought the traveling salesman told the farmer to put his name on the dotted swine.
He usually flies twice as high.
It was happy hour.
Because the photon was incoherent.
Planck!*
