Over 60; that's all you need to know.
Why did nobody ever write a book titled “Tom Swift And His Electric Dragon”?
“Help meeeeeee!!”
Technically it’s called meconium; think of it as proto-poop.
You’d think an immortal creature wouldn’t be so insecure. I guess that comes from hanging out with the likes of us.
“November rains are nothing.” Snoopy
Close enough!!
Comedian Pat Cooper used to call that a “tan-ta-ra”; (imitates someone playing “To The Post” on a trumpet: ta-ta-ta-tan-ta-ra-tan-ta-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta …).
Parenthood is like comedy: timing is everything.
I remember this from an old Boy Scout skit: “I am the Viper! …”
Stay out of this, Mr. Roddenberry.
Why did nobody ever write a book titled “Tom Swift And His Electric Dragon”?