Chemical engineer (ret.)
One pays a price for boredom. But beer apparently covers it.
And I’m not sure that there are shepherds in urban Ontario.
Good public domain fanfares are hard to come by.
This is not the time for an impromptu meeting of G.R.O.S.S.
Now we see why Billy is in physics for the third time. Clearly hasn’t learned the art of flipping coins.
Grog hasn’t eaten for days. But he hasn’t swallowed what he’s eaten.
If St. Wally is indeed the patron saint of dumpsters, maybe he could smite you by arranging it so that nothing you found in dumpsters would make you rich. A horrible thought.
Hollowly and insincerely, I apologize.
Still more money for Rosalyn’s college fund.
I doubt that Ed is annoying. Maybe it’s just the concept.