I may be a protector, but I’m designed to strike fear. What am I?
What is brown, hair, and wears sunglasses?
A coconut on vacation
I have heard of something wax in a corner, swell and pop, lift up the covers. A proud-minded woman seized with her hands that boneless thing, a prince’s daughter; covered with her dress the swelling thing.
What did the left eye say to the right eye?
Between us, something smells.
I pack a punch, but cannot fight. Poke me and I can delight.
A “fruit punch” capri sun.
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