Air: She was walking on air. Unfortunately, air isn’t very stable and she soon fell to her death. It was tragic but predictable.
Chair: As he sat he thought, “My god, this chair is tiny.” When it broke beneath his 400lbs, he concluded that the chair was a danger to society.
Drill: The latest addition to the family was a 7/32 drill. The other drills weren’t very accepting. The new guy seemed a bit screwy.
Bear: Does a bear poo in the woods? / I dunno. Depends on the bear / That’s not the point / No, the point is, I know where a bull shits / …Hey
Fantastic: I wish I had Mr. Fantastic’s johnson / Most women are only like 5″ deep / Point? / My point is, girth / Brooks? Does he have a big one?
Thought: She thought she was getting a cold, or maybe the flu, perhaps mumps, it could definitely be the plague! Whatever it was, it killed her.
(Abecedarian): Andrea bantered coolly despite empty feelings gutting her insides – knowing little, Max nodded obliquely, paying quaint, rehearsed, stale tendernesses unsettlingly voiced with xenophobic, yuppie zaniness.