Murderous mortar
Sorry, did you ask me something?
Pork fat rules
Your lisp is showing
We’re just the intergalactic junkyard
The squirrels get more ornery every year
Never trust a landline
What you can’t see might mangle you
Thanks, I’ll pass
Your face looks familiar
Just five minutes
Things are looking up
My apologies in advance
Me me me!!!
The melody will lead you through
Make your space unaffordable
Dreams cannot replace action
We were all nomads once
The timeless tale
He made his quota before lunch
Warm up that pitching arm
I knew I’d need them someday
At least we’re halfway to Friday …
Scenes from a hat
He’s a lover, not a fighter
Don’t aim too high
Deceptive dieting
You lose.
A crappy pun
Maintain your malleability
Happy birthday anyway (Bilbo’s declaration at his 111th birthday
Burning Man Festival, Black Rock Desert, Nevada
Tropical elegance (Mukul Resort on Nicaragua’s Emerald Coast)
Starry, starry night
Step lightly
Oceans of sand (dunes of Huacachina, Peru, popular for dune buggying