I Got A Smoke Alarm At Home,

I Want To Ride In A Cold Air Balloon. "this Isn't Going Anywhere!"

I Would Not Want To Be A Mobile Home Repo Man. Those Would Be Hard To Sneak Away - "knock Knock - Hi, Would You Go Cut Your Grass And Look That Way For A Half An Hour?"

I Type A 101 Words A Minute. But It's In My Own Language.

What Am I Drinking? Nyquil On The Rocks, For When You're Feeling Sick But Sociable.

Pepperidge Farm Bread. That's Fancy Bread. You Can Tell It's Fancy Because It's Wrapped Twice. You Open It, And It Still Isn't Open. That's Why I Don't Buy It. I Don't Need Another Step Between Me And Toast.