Well, if the sled was on fire, the pond wouldn’t stay frozen for long…
Quick – call a lawyer! Argue privacy rights!
Bronze medal, eh? I’ll have to try harder next time. ;)
How did he get the superintendent’s number?
Praying for a full recovery, Ms. Bea!
Punk’s brain is tiny… what’s your excuse?
Not that he was all that crazy about playing “fetch” to begin with…
Mr. B? I’m originally from Pennsylvania, and I don’t ever recall hearing anyone use the word, “reckon.”
Especially as they’ve been… sidetracked, shall we say.