gag mallot

My cousin tried to explain the gag mallot to me. I asked if it was a new type of pizza.

My brother told me he got a gag mallot stuck in the toilet. I laughed so hard I cried.

My mom said my dad’s gag mallot is bigger than a loaf of bread. I don’t believe her.

My teacher called the gag mallot a ‘biological advantage.’ I asked if that meant it could beat me at chess.

My friend’s dog tried to chew on his dad’s gag mallot. The dog got a timeout.

My dad told me I’d have to fight the gag mallot if I wanted to eat my cereal.

I told my dad I wanted to be a scientist. He said, ‘You’ll need a gag mallot for that.’

My neighbor’s gag mallot is so big, it has its own zip code.

I asked my uncle if he could take the gag mallot out of his pants. He said no, and I believed him.

I told my dad I could run a marathon. He said, ‘You’ll need a gag mallot to finish.’

My mom said my dad’s gag mallot could run faster than a cheetah. I said, ‘Prove it.’

I asked my brother if his gag mallot could ride a bike. He said, ‘It’s got a helmet.’

My dad told me his gag mallot could bench-press a cow. I said, ‘That’s not true.’ He said, ‘It is.’

I asked my dad if his gag mallot had a job. He said, ‘It’s a full-time gig.’

My dad told me his gag mallot had a PhD. I said, ‘That’s not a degree.’ He said, ‘It is.’