She counts the legs, and divides by 4.
A start.
A gnatural disaster.
A blues musician plays 3 chords to audiences of thousands. A jazz musician plays thousands of chords to audiences of 3
The Post Office
Rock is playing three chords for a thousand people. Jazz is playing a thousand chords for three people.
Thousands of brown loafers
Church.
I'm sorry to leave now that I've almost bought the place.
Twerky! I thought of that yesterday, apologies if you've heard it a thousand times already.
A dell
Post office.
Pete.
The candle is a thousand times brighter!
I have thousands of fans who need to know my thoughts. So, no I can't take out the garbage.
It's already got thousands of degrees.
With a thousand Gigamisous
Aloe, mate. I'm sorry
Pair-a-dice!
Because every morning they wake up thinking "What *is* that noise Oh, right, *of course*!"
Because opposites attract. (Told to me by 2 students today, loved it!)
Nuts and bolts
Because she thought her children were all going to the dogs.
Because 69 is a bit of a mouthful.
They are hiring.
Neither deliver on Sundays.
With a look over the shoulder.
Refraction of sunlight in raindrops
It went to Detroit.
THERE IS ONE GOD, HE IS THE SUN GOD! RA! RA! RA!
