Pickles by Brian Crane
- May 18, 2009
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Mac said, 6 months ago
In other words, life is like a minor local celebrity singing the national anthem before the big bowling tournament.
Macushlalondra
said,
6 months ago
I think Nelson wants to find something else to do.
♠Lonewolf♠
said,
6 months ago
Run Nelson Run!!!
Wildmustang1262 said, 6 months ago
Be prepare to plug the ear plugs in your ears before someone else starts to sing with terrible off-key sounds.
fencie said, 6 months ago
Looks like Nelson already zoned out.
JFri said, 6 months ago
Wow, he must know me REAL well and heard me sing!!
StradMan37
said,
6 months ago
“What, Gramps? - I was thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ else…”
atervort said, 6 months ago
Ain’t that the truth.
poppy1313 said, 6 months ago
I thought life was like a box of chocolates …..
SplendensPluviaNemus said, 6 months ago
“…But still the song remains and grows in beauty, each person adding their own harmonizing strain of melody; and it waits for those willing to hear it, to find it however they can,” Grampa continued, further waxing poetical, his eyes misting over in a far away look.