He’s still OK. If he were truly too far gone then he would have said “Hey you kids! Get off my lawn!”
Gnome more trespassing!
A universe full of un-gnomes.
Yellow for yelling
Wife trying to change diet, she keeps saying, “You need herring eggs!”
I ain’t eating them….
Where’s the science to explain why your ears and nose become huge and your hair tries to escape out your ears. This is total BS.
Time to splurge and get dichondra.
Hate bifocals, got the variable lenses instead. Take a little getting used to, but much better.
There are known gnomes; there are gnomes we know we know. We also know there are unknown gnomes; that is to say we know there are some gnomes we do not know. But there are also unknown gnomes—the ones we don’t know we don’t know.
Hey, lawn gnomes, get the heck off my lawn!
Monty without glasses….WHOA
I live so far from town they have to bus in kids to mess up my new lawn
Seems like yesterday that I could still stand without hearing Snap, Crackle and Pop from my knees. Sneaks up on you.
I didn’t get to be an old man suddenly, I had to sneak up on it. Fortunately, my personality is still suffering from an arrested adolescence, something my body periodically needs to be reminded of.
Green for Torino.
Overuse of “Um” again.
Alas, poor Monty. He’s become a grumpy old man who doesn’t like the way things are compared to the way they were.In his day, he was a strapping young dork in the prime of his young dorkiness and he liked it that way! He LOVED it!
Lawn gnomes?! Hell, load up the old Magnum .44, Mature tough guy!