Technically, on the rope, there is one real good person on one end, and a jerk on the other.
Unless we go postal – in more ways than one . . .
And Sadie and I are trying so hard to raise tomatoes this year!
A man in Ohio some years ago (in the Spring) needed some fertilizer for his garden. He was frustrated with the store prices, so he collected his family’s feces – and spread the result on his lawn – which became an almost instant source of pride for his beautiful lawn . . .
Winter came, and with Spring, he still had a lovely lawn – and rather a lot of tomatoes. Tomato seeds are not digested, you see, but are passed through a human quite intact.
I suggest not eating the tomatoes . . .
Yeah. Cleverly called Loonies and Toonies for $1 and $2, respectively.
(‘Not certain I’m spelling them correctly).
No. It is her husband that is an aficionado of, at least, the Russian variety of urinary tract affection.
SHE was simply looking for longer-lived batteries in her Joni’s Butterfly.
Film at eleven.
(‘Sorry – it’s late) (And don’t tell my Sadie I know what a Joni’s Butterfly is).
Thanks Julie, I was in despair for a gigasecond.
Did you know it costs nearly a dime to make a penny?
Canada has eliminated the coin – and their country hasn’t exploded.
Why haven’t our crack “representatives” fixed that SIMPLE PROBLEM?
I hate to say it, but I’ve thought that, as well . . .
Many people wish he, and his father,’ had worn a condom.