For once, his nose isn’t growing so he’s TELLING THE TRUTH! ;-D
Use a finer grain and finish off with varnish.
Nose is dead; Bark Beetles. May have to be careful of woodpeckers tho.
It kinda goes against Pinocchio’s grain to tell any more lies…. he nose where it leads.
The unvarnished truth is that if he gets in more trouble, Geppetto has no strings to pull…
So nowadays, he doesn’t hang with a bad crowd…
He does what he’s axed to do…
Wooden shoe?
Okey, Pinokee!
Oh, look at his whittle shoes.
What are a plumbers least favorite kind of shoe?
Clogs.
Pinocchio’s TP and Facial Tissues are 20 grit.
What do you say we each buy a pair and go Dutch?
Please ….please…. hahahahaha
I bought a pair of Dutch wooden shoes eons ago. They make much better planters than shoes.
Sometimes there are no words. This is one of those times. Oy!
Dan Thompson
Baarorso about 5 years ago
For once, his nose isn’t growing so he’s TELLING THE TRUTH! ;-D
Nachikethass about 5 years ago
Use a finer grain and finish off with varnish.
whahoppened about 5 years ago
Nose is dead; Bark Beetles. May have to be careful of woodpeckers tho.
SusanSunshine Premium Member about 5 years ago
It kinda goes against Pinocchio’s grain to tell any more lies…. he nose where it leads.
The unvarnished truth is that if he gets in more trouble, Geppetto has no strings to pull…
So nowadays, he doesn’t hang with a bad crowd…
He does what he’s axed to do…
Wooden shoe?
Zebrastripes about 5 years ago
Okey, Pinokee!
paul about 5 years ago
Oh, look at his whittle shoes.
Radish the wordsmith about 5 years ago
What are a plumbers least favorite kind of shoe?
Clogs.
CYGNUS X1 about 5 years ago
Pinocchio’s TP and Facial Tissues are 20 grit.
WCraft Premium Member about 5 years ago
What do you say we each buy a pair and go Dutch?
El Cobbo Grande about 5 years ago
Please ….please…. hahahahaha
HappyDog/ᵀʳʸ ᴮᵒᶻᵒ ⁴ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘⁿ ᵒᶠ ᶦᵗ Premium Member about 5 years ago
I bought a pair of Dutch wooden shoes eons ago. They make much better planters than shoes.
Fenshaw about 5 years ago
Sometimes there are no words. This is one of those times. Oy!