That’d be your third strike, you turkey.
Prof dropped a worm in water and one in alcohol. The water one was fine, the other died. Told me if I drank enough alcohol, I’d never have worms.
Hey fella! You know what we call people like you where I come from? We mostly call ’em “Sir”.
That’s James Naismith holding the basket.
For that joke? Yes.
I’m kinda with her. Fall is depressing. Things dying, going dormant, bleak outlook, cold, wet, unpleasant. Wouldn’t be quite so bad if I wasn’t having to be out in it raking leaves from October to January. And I have to do that or my grass dies under them.
The old guy put the sign there. He doesn’t have anything to lose.
Nah. Bugs are like honey badgers.
I child-proofed the house but a couple got in anyway.
Looks like a basso profundo.