Weird old fool dies, leaves me a sausage. Not money, a sausage. Money is something I can use. Now I have to eat this repugnant sausage because I have no food.

Looks like it got slayed at the box office!
Looks like this giant bomb fell off the moneystalk!
I don't mean to talking harp on this, but this goose didn't lay any golden eggs!
Umm…uhh…this movie didn't make a lot of money.

When you someone John Carter?

That's a pretty bad typo. It's supposed to be "WOOOOOOOOOOmen of the '60s clearly didn't understood the world…"

The inevitable conclusion of Geico's pig seduction campaign.

Gomorrah is really neat. He is made of mobster meat. We are eating Gomorrah.

We cannot have an oversaturation of the Big Red No. Otherwise it'd go out of style and have to be retired. Then we'd have a picture of the Big Red No over a smaller picture of the Big Red No. No one wants that.

They rarely do.

AND I THINK TO MYSELF

Adjective: Mournful

Seth MadLibs
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For Your Consideration: What About Butts?

That wasn't a pigman, it was just a fat little mental patient.

Now she tells me.

To be fair, that also counts the comments section.

Where's the Big Red No when you need it?

Your words are as empty as your soul!

My dad was a plebeian. He was a worshiper of Straculius. But he was a Roman. He taught me how to be a Roman. What I know of men Sheltie is - A Roman is good at his job. Not his work, not his avocation, not his hobby, certainly not his patronage. His job. It doesn't matter what his job is, because if a Roman doesn't…

Obvious answer: A miserable little pile of secrets.

Man, the Roman Alphabet blows.