Tales from the dark side…

My ears are on fire for this one!

This story is NOT small potatoes.

You better start singing like a bird or it’s jail time.

I’d prefer to be snug as a bug in a rug.

I want a slice, but not that type of slice.

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

I’m just trying to get a foot in the door.

It’s my way, or the highway.

It’s getting hot in here!

This is a bitter pill to swallow.

Maybe he thought he’d grow wings…

Why did the fire get therapy? Because it was feeling burnt out…

Will they buy it with funny money or cold hard cash?

Could it be fool’s gold?

We need to chew the fat about this!.