My daughter's boyfriend makes the best momos, with a delicious onion sauce. Now he feels obligated to make them anytime he visits, which is fine with me!
When I was 2 or 3 years old, we lived in a tiny apartment and had few, if any, Christmas decorations. My Dad picked up some groceries on Christmas Eve as the store was getting ready to close. They were taking down some decorations, so my Dad snagged several Coca-Cola Santa Claus posters and a cardboard standee. Those were our Christmas decorations for a few years, and really cemented my visions of Santa... with a Coke. Luckily, my parents didn't buy soda pop.
I've found that people who disclose, or even care about, their IQ scores are not as smart as they think they are. Nothing good will come of it. You can tell how intellectual someone is just by talking to them, if that's what makes you happy.
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It's a pheasant.
A fez-ant.
Although hatterpillar is also an acceptable pun.