“Fetch, lumbar, fetch!”
Snap into a salami, Jim!
“Which is why my assistant, Weenus, believes he is a rabbit.”
And that’s how the spin class webinar went wrong…
C’mon, it’s practically yours! Can’t spell Hitty without H.T.!
They’re on the run from Frank Herbert’s slave mines.
They need counseling – she rubs him the wrong way.
Yup – if you can think of 1986, you ain’t recent.
If anyone cares to bet on the outcome of this, I’ll cover the spread.
Just think of it as an aerial suntan lotion application.