If brains were taxed, Slade would get a rebate.
Watching paint dry sounds like a thrill compared to spending time with Slade.
If Slade were a vegetable, he’d be a BRUSSELS SPROUT... small, bitter, and NOBODY wants him at the table.
If Slade were any more SENILE, he’d be pH 7.
SLADE is the reason they invented the PAUSE BUTTON.
Slade must be WiFi... because I’m not feeling a CONNECTION.
I would call Slade dense, but that would be an insult to rocks.
SLADE is proof that mental aging can go in REVERSE.
