Actually, “poofy director pants” = Smokin’ Joe Quimby gag, but thank you for playing…

Let your arm hang down at your side and then, keeping your elbow where it it, lift your hand up and place it just above you belly button. That’s how this arm was from 1948 onwards…

Filed to “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”…

It’s a pity they didn’t include all sports gear, or we could have had a real dangerous gang affiliate locked away.

Low rider bikini night?

Ok David, the commute might be a bitch but if you ever need to find somewhere to park 120 rusting heaps of scrap metal your vintage Jeep collection safely…

It wasn’t his wrist, it was his elbow. Basically the entire joint was rebuilt with two angle brackets, locking it permanently in position to rest on the strings! He was lucky; the hospital had an amputation team standing by when one of the emergency doctors recognised the name Lester Polsfuss and stopped them…

Palmer’s getting the boot if Renault take on a trained chimpanzee who can’t even reach the pedals…

Yeah, misjudged… That’s right!

I remember being yelled at by an associate at my first job to get my Post-its off the framed Blue Marilyn poster over my desk, because it wasn’t a poster!

If only it was LA, so they could charge a “poofy director pants” tax…

One of us will still be working away when some idiot puts a digger blade through the cable…

A lot of people are saying that. Someone should look into it…

So being a traitor entitles you to a street naming at the base where you served?

This would be a better response if you listed your other “right-wing whacko black female celebrity” options…

The importance of using a digital tyre pressure gauge, and the correct steps to identify a Lambo, dude?

This theory is checking out…

Only when I’m wearing my dress toupee!

Hey - lots of workplaces closed for Ronald Reagan. They just never reopened…

V-TEC hasn’t kicked in yet…