BBQ! ㋡
John and Bleeb are gone off on a handyman trip again…
Woohoo, I get my pool cleaned again.
Everything you need is in the pool house behind the servants quarters, John.
I bet he was grateful that he was graceful…
… no grease on the pants, and he made it four steps away from the grease…
… and I just realized I haven’t had enough coffee to say anything more about grease or grace!
Check your email.
Doc’s Nuclear Blend?
And at two… there are no trade talks. There just isn’t…
(Call HAZMAT… we got a spill!!)
Jack should be grateful. We “disassembled” those things when I was a kid.
My parents would ask me and my brother: why’d you tear the crap outa that thing!!??
We didn’t… we disassembled it.
… and a smile.
HA! (˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
Must be a Lounge Singer’s cats!
BBQ! ㋡