The birthday cake sports a large red 4 and at each corner sits a lit candle.

Today the boos rained down on him, weary old Atlas, as he adjusted his batter’s helmet, digging his cleats into the batter’s box, holding his bat aloft…

What had happened was this:

There was no cloud in the sky that day.

My parents are sick.

BabyCenter says I can expect my embryo
to be the size of a sesame seed

Do you have another joint?

I was 44 when I bought a tombstone.

The night is bait.