To be consumed with a glass of Château Romani.
Not WELL, anyway.
it was the HIPPO!
One benefit of the pandemic is the reminder of what is truly important and ultimately valuable: toilet paper.
I’ll no doubt be seeing that dog in my nightmares tonight.
And when there was no crawdad to be found, we ate sand.
“Oh, perfect. Now I’m out of my antidepressant. Nothing dulls the pain quite like several dozen half-full bags of Italian-herb-chipotle-buffalo-ranch-guacamole-Thai-peanut-style chippety-chomps. I guess I’ll slink off to Bubs’ and refill my prescription.” — Strong Bad
How often is the ball touched by a sock in soccer?
He’s really chewing the scenery.
Smokey Bear would not be happy.