uh huh. I did.
That’s a plus. I mean the crawly things feed birds. Sort of makes the yard one big bird feeder that the squirrels can totally access, but who cares.
Even better. I mean really, what is V-day, and Easter for that matter, but more celebrations and eating events.
Barbor of civil. Flat broke. Bofo baggage. A good seabag is a wonder to behold as a seat, a bed, a back rest, a table and a fair place to keep your clothes between trips. Worth every cent.
Yo, Rocket Dude. Dis isn’t my little pony here. Dis here is Poncho’s ’hood. Get tough or get out. Happy Halloween!!
Come on Mike, it’s easy to get along with all those other precocious little snots. Just. . . . go get a beer and stand around on the balcony like I do.
Let a smile be your umbrella and make everybody else get wet too.
Epic! I suppose Clayton has lost his impending sense of doom, or just lost his senses. Here we go again.
Yeah. Forget any weight loss from today until after the Superbowl. Just try not to gain too much weight.