And so having dragged the monster from the river, they decided to put it to good use and make sausage from its meat. It was the Beast of Thames, it was the Wurst of Thames.
I hate to break it to you like this... but I'm not actually a man.
Frankenstein. Horror like a sir.
We're not sure when the mistrust of wildlife began for baby Roosevelt, but we have our suspitions.
SPIDERMAN so that's how he was made.
Puff didn't always frolic but when he did it was in autumn mist.
Sheesh! All I said was 'Your Maypole needs more streamers'...!