Pay taxes to use the road and then effin’ talk to me.
Now, now. Be gentle. Cyclists suffer from an abnormally high rate of erectile dysfunction.
Their bravado is all that they have.
I used to have a kitten that would do that…of course she climbed up my pants and the back of my shirt to get there. Fortunately for my back, she knew when she had gotten too large to do that anymore. It was getting difficult to explain to women, “No, no. My CAT did that. Really!”
My last wife literally lead me to drinking. For the first time in 30 years I became an imbiber again last year right before I divorced her. That’s when I discovered Guiness. Its been my constant companion and go to drink ever since.
So I guess I should thank the old harpy for that.
Like Jessica Rabbit, Poncho’s not really bad, he’s just drawn that way.
Extra crispy with a side of mashed potatoes.
I’ve never felt more sorry for diabetics in my life. Look, I’m a dyed in the wool meatatarian. If its meat, I’ll eat. But rinds? Blecccch!
Well, yeah, Goat. You can’t eat the cheese without a brew to wash it down.
Bucky don’t give a ****y!