At a loss for words.
Swallowed by a dinosaur.
At a loss for thought.
Followed a yellow butterfly and found Thought and Evolution hanging out.
We got in Ethyl.
Don’t recall what our mission was, but we listened to the Doors to and fro.
I used to think I could turn a phrase with the best of them.
Now I know better and have stopped trying so hard.
If it doesn’t come natural what’s the point?
My paintings got bumped when his mammoth canvasses arrived.
At a loss for decorum.
Good manners take too much damn energy.
If you have it in you go out back and shoot Old Yeller.
I’m going to stay inside where it’s safe to be a coward.
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