Dean: Winter finally releases his icy grip... Dean:...and, Lo, the earth reverts to her natural state. Dean: "In spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of mud."
I have fond memories of mud puddles from when I was a little tomboy.
Sounds like something Pig-Pen would say.
I see now!
And a young man’s mother will hand him a mop & bucket when he tracks that in the house.
Ew, we don’t need to hear about your “fancy”.
ladykat about 10 years ago
I have fond memories of mud puddles from when I was a little tomboy.
rmbdot about 10 years ago
Sounds like something Pig-Pen would say.
Comic Minister Premium Member about 10 years ago
I see now!
A. Buckeye about 10 years ago
And a young man’s mother will hand him a mop & bucket when he tracks that in the house.
Decepticomic about 3 years ago
Ew, we don’t need to hear about your “fancy”.