They both sleep all night and whack all day!
Cot-on-wool.
Where monkeys sleep.
You don't cry when you cut up a saxophone. Happy Saxophone Day Why this musical abomination deserves its own day is beyond me. Edit: beside to beyond
Fangsgiving Day.
Copy pasta! I'm so sorry
Just wait 5 minutes. They'll post about it.
Why aren't plumbers called, like, toiletdougs Or crapperjoels
Logger-rhythms.
Because Saturday nights alright for freighting.
Sun. Because the sun goes down every night.
They both slowly remove clogs.
The home golfer goes WHACK! "Oh no!" Whereas with the skydiver it's vice versa
