I noticed, too. Lazy.
What a lame ass premise. I’m betting the whole thing sprang from John Doe Memorial Park, which is a gem.
I’m surprised that town has a classy mens’ store at all.
Agree. Something about girls with tiny heinies?
My mother-in-law had several cats that ate table scraps. She kept their litter boxes in the kitchen, where we ate. The smell of cat pee while you’re trying to eat breakfast isn’t much fun. But watching two old tomcats fight over a bowl of mashed potatoes was.
The national motto needs changing from ‘in God we trust’ to ‘you owe me an apology.’
Ma’s car keys are a little high up on the wall, don’t you think?
That town has a library?“Sure. And one of the books hasn’t even been colored-in yet.”
Well, it worked for Donald Trump.
I sneezed a sneeze,a sneeze I snoze,ad blew by tearide up by doze.