Stop horsing around. Don't dog me. Or rat

Stop horsing around. Don't dog me. Or rat on me. Don't cow down. Don't monkey around. Don't wolf down your food. Cat got your tongue? Sheepish? Antsy? Don't worm your way out of it

I'm tired of ignoring the Elephant in the room. You've been a snake in the grass. A real weasel. You've been bugging the 800 pound gorilla in the room and now you have a tiger by t

the tail and I'm fed up of living in this menagerie. I just shovel sh*t all day." I sat down and sniffed in a frankly self-pitying way. "You don't like the macaques?" "NO!," I expo

unded with passion. "I'm tired of monkeying around! I need a new job!" But the only skill I really had was sh*t-shoveling. I contacted a recruiting agency to help me find something

that could utilize my skills, but there was no luck. I decided to leave my house, and take a walk while I tried to clear my mind. I saw my neighbor Bernice, and waved at her. She

looked up and shook her head, pointing to a face peering out of the window, a wet nose smearing the glass. I had known her husband had a cold, which gave me a chance to

Blue and green algae. They were dining al fresco when the zita virus arrived in its own private jet. The pilot deliberately brought some mutated forms of entertainment for everyone

to be delighted. The zita virus looked flashy, while it infected everyone. The algae looked boring compared to the zita's dangerously vigorous dancing. The crowd went wild, which

caused mass chaos killing thousands and causing many many more to go insane. It was over they finally one. The Humans gave up and let the computers win.