You can’t mask off a painting project with an ipad.
I remember Wallace and Ladmo! I grew up in Phoenix and watched them every weekday. I also saw them at a live show in Legend City. I didn’t get a Ladmo Bag, though.
My bent screwdriver gets enough work that it’s NOT rusty.
I taught two of my granddaughters to read cursive. It’s become a secret code between them.
Ahh, the perceived technical nuances of a weekday comic, as interpreted by someone who has to be a victim in every aspect of their life, even if it has nothing to do with them.
Oh man, this is our house. During inclement weather, instead of the closet, my bride’s dog crawls under the workbench in my office.
Anyone who thinks it was anything but a joke is a bigger fool than anyone here.
I had everything in that box. I still use the cassettes / player.
Err…“good” is a relative term when it comes to donuts.