I must agree. And if you come into a small town, check the diner parking lot for in-state license plates. The locals always know the best place to eat.
And a fart is given wings.
She maybe not leaving room because of guilt. Maybe just can’t smell, either.
A hairball with legs. Way to go, big fat kitty.
Don’t call me a t!t, you boob.
I understand that some agriculture folks are trying to get square eggs from chickens, but the chickens will not cooperate.
You just wants doggie so you can be blaming him when you lays big stinker.
I always thought those things went in that end and out the other.
I thought they were whoopie cushions.
Not sure why, but am sure not going camping with you.
I must agree. And if you come into a small town, check the diner parking lot for in-state license plates. The locals always know the best place to eat.