I could say something about Sturgis and exhaled particulates…
Satchel may rarely have flashes of insight, but I can’t imagine him being gifted.
If they’re truly competitive mice, they don’t want the cheese. Lactic acid. They’ll head for the carbs and whey protein.
“Frosti”…does she smoke a corncob pipe and have a button nose?
Jagons or thrushers?
Let’s wait until tomorrow and see if there’s any change.
I’d use the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch.
Il faut cultiver notre jardin…
Or a good urologist.
Whatever happened to the beautiful Walt Kelly backgrounds?