New member of the Landed Gentry (5 acres counts, right?)
I rather like his comments.
He gets around enough to know how to mess with Rory.
Or from the heart of my bottom
Camel: horse that was designed by a focus group
She’s my kind of woman. Breathing.
The Turnip Twaddler?
Once two women fought with knives to see which one would get me. One got me here and one got me here.
“I went to a topless restaurant once. It rained and got my mashed potatoes soggy,”