I've been working on a bag of raw pecans since Christmas.
There is a chance that rain clouds will take all happy zealots hostage.
The Big Dipper was trashed by a flock of Galileo's dyslexic friends.
Caravaggio gave flagellation a good name.
Picasso poked a hole in the piracy of purpose.
I got a Christmas card from a cousin doing 3 to 6 in a California prison.
The revised atlas of alcoholism has gone to the birds.
The Supreme Court replaced ephemera with regret.
The defendant took door number 3 instead of justice.
Titian threw cold water on a modest nymph.
I let my cat shape my lap into a bed.