You have the right to wear fruit on your head…
Doesn’t matter. With their delivery tipping history, most of is going to end up stuck to the lid. (It’s very inconvenient. The delivery guy has to mash the lip, lift the lid, and then spit.)
Just as well. There was a party of hippos earlier.
Look at Peaches over there trying to look innocent.
Actually, that’s driving a minivan off the cliff with the kids in it.
Yes, he is their grandson. We’ve never heard, but we suspect his mother ran away to join the circus because she grew up with clowns.
Some butts you just can’t unsniff.
That’s her eatin’ out purse. For stashing tons of free candy from bowls at cashiers, sweeteners, ketchup, mustard, towelettes and sauces from restaurants (where she only has water), and the special pocket for cleaning out the Take-A-Penny-Leave-A-Penny bowls. Comes with scissors for cutting pens on a string.
No, just badly drawn bison.