Shoot him and his wheel Cupid, I dare you!
The ears gave him lift, so technically, he glided over the stream.
He just got back from a Grateful Dead concert.
Actually that would be all Socialists, by what ever name they use, when fantasizing about their view of rule of law, economics, fair wages, etc.
A little Vick’s on the chest, or anything that produces heat; Vick’s just smells better. Hot peppers, eaten, work as well. Mustard or horseradish plasters, if you can find them anymore.
Drunks are stupendously amazingly limber.
How in the world did Bung get so tall? An extended visit to the rack?
Kind of like: “That one’s j-u-u-u-s-t a little outside!”