At the end of the game, the King and the Pawn go back into the same box.
McRib is the only item I buy at McD’s. Then I stop at Burger King for some fries to go with it.
New “Drive-in theatres” coming soon.
We have a winter home and a summer home. Both have clothes dryers but we always hang the laundry on the clotheslines. Nothing smells better than air-dried sheets and the clothing doesn’t get beat to shreds in the dryer and thus become packed in the lint trap.
She likes her new tenants, they keep the room tidier than her daughter ever did.
Today’s comic seems to have been just right for you.
I’ll bet the Skeleton Dance was thought up at one wild Saturday night party. Everything sacred started out somewhere.
Just another climate change march.
My old buddy, a WWII vet, was a gunsmith who built rifles in his backyard shop. He kept a spider in the shop for replacing crosshairs. He replaced my missing crosshairs on the scope of my .303 Enfield.
Check your plan for Death Benefits.
She wanted to shop ’til she dropped. Now she will be swept away by the experience.