Colfax McLiverneck

No pants is the new pants.

For expediency's sake, going forward, we’ll be using the acronym FES for “For Expediency's Sake”.

She might be a little long in the tooth, but she is a Bolivian Long-Toothed Badger after all.

This show is like a surfboard in Iowa: nobody’s buying it.

Next week’s catchphrase challenge: write a limerick using the words “Uber”, “Hans Gruber”, and “YouTuber”.

Shut it down, frown clown.

Roses are red, corn is yellow, our first guest just farted and boy does it smello

Knock knock. Who’s there? Orange. Orange who? Orange you glad that this catchphrase isn’t going to stick?

It’s Doctor Eponymous. I didn’t go to school for eight years to be called Mister Eponymous.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I, I wondered if two roads diverging meant there were two choices, or four? And that made my head hurt, so I, I chose the road I had already traveled, and went home.

My bologna has an unfortunate first name, it’s A. D. O. L. F.

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s psilocybin.

I’m never gonna pants again.

Stinky is the turtle head that wears the brown crown.

I’ll have the cream of toe soup, the gray pudding with warm onion sock, and a side of hair nuts.