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Shock-jocks Sam and Al decided never to use the phrase “I’ll eat my words if…” again, after the Spice Girls DID get back together.
“They just don’t make horseradish with the right amount of horse these days ….”
If I’d realized you’d brought a vegemite sandwich I wouldn’t have traded!
Aw! Peanut butter and jelly again? What do you have?
After their announcement was ill received by authors and agents everywhere, Simon and Schuster were forced to eat their words.
Okay, if that’s in the water, then what’s this in the sandwich?
I’m not eating sandwiches that wash up, ever again.
Is Nadal still playing Soderling over there?
‘Uh-oh’, thought Clark, ‘If I have tuna, that means Paul got my peanut butter, jelly, and worms.’
Bob, we have been here watching for seven hours already… and I don’t think this is really going to inspire my river-writing.
See I told you, Christopher Hitchen’s words aren’t any easier to swallow than Norman Mailer. Darn, I asked for mustard, not ketchup.
“I’m not so sure letting the kids pack our lunch was such a good idea.”
“I still can’t figure out why we were kicked out of the eatery. They let patrons bring in their own wine. Why not sandwiches? Now we have these nasty rock-hard seats!”