Well, hiding IN the tree won’t be any better-because that’s the one that always eats Charlie Brown’s kites.
Is that Dawson’s Creek, then?
“All work & no play make Jack a dull boy.”
Don’t forget “city shellfish” either, folks…
They went to the same oblivion that claimed Uncle Max…
Smells Like Nirvana to me.
IT’S MINE, YOU UNDERSTAND? MINE, MINE, ALL MINE! GO, GO, GO! MINE, DO YOU HEAR ME? OUT, OUT, OUT! MINE, MINE, MINE!
I’m fat, I’m a happy glutton.
And great whites love to have lunch with you.
The dish must be like his doghouse, bigger on the inside than outside [c.f. Dr. Who’s Tardis, Lio’s swimming pool].
That’s just your thumb, grandpa…