You don't know what it's like being a permanent part-timer!

The man realized that there was nothing left for him at work, so he kicked up his shoes and slept.

I was horridly dismembered when my shoes snapped off with my feet inside.

Mondays are Jamaican me crazy.

The grape juice addict is so delighted to be incarcerated in the blue padded cell for every tuesday in the month of may, were it not for that straitjacket he might be tempted to make use of the incongruous tin can.